The Broken Window_Flipper_Darkness and Deep Secrets_First-Time Gardeners
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The Broken Window
“Submit your essay on any given topic related to a traumatic incident” Mrs. Sarah bellowed to her little students. The little Asian girl came forward with a book in hewww.onedoor.ccr hands. “Is that yours?” Mrs. Sarah asked. The little girl nodded. “Oh, read it for us” and Mrs Sarah showed the girl to the middle of the class. The girl read ““The Broken Window” It was during the early hours of the evening. The smell of coffee was filling the air in that part of Seoul. Three dogs were coming back home from an evening walk with their owner. Jihoon, hooked back the dogs to their chain and ran back into th...
Flipper
“I think she’s dead,” Charleston looks over her body. He looks at Friga. “Flipper?”“She’s…” Friga looks at the safe in her hands. “That’s...I mean. That appears to be the case.”“Well?”“Well what?”“What the hell are we going to do?”“How the hell should I know?”“We shouldn’t have broken in,” Charleston grips his head, leaning against the counter. “I mean, she’s gotta have a partner.”Friga rolls her eyes. “We’ve been here six hours. I think we would have noticed that by now..” She sets the safe on the counter next to him. “We should retrace our steps.”“Huh? Why?”“So we make sure we didn’t leave a...
Darkness and Deep Secrets
They sat curled up in a corner, backpack at their side. Eyes shut as the last sliver of sun slipped below the horizon. The pages brushed their palm when the book shut softly.Ghost woke with a shove. Courtesy of the walking, talking, stereotypical football player, Travis Lockwood. Their book fell to the ground and they flashed him a frown. He returned it with squinted eyes. Yawning, Ghost said, "What do you want Travis?" They rubbed their back and noticed the indents from the bookshelf they had fell asleep against.Travis looked around at the near pitch black surroundings. "Dude. It's like the m...
First-Time Gardeners
“Hey,” she says to me, jabbing my arm with her elbow. “Look outside.”Outside, snow remained in persistent patches around our yard atop sickly yellow blades “It’s the same as yesterday,” I say. “Cold and dead.”Suddenly, her hands are gripping my face, and she turns my head swiftly to the left. “Right there!” she exclaims, releasing my face to point towards a slash of green poking through the snow. “Isn’t she beautiful?” she asks. I roll my eyes, prompting another elbow jab.“Alright,” I say. “She’s beautiful.”“I’m gonna name her,” she says, staring intently at the bud. “I’m thinking maybe Lily, ...