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Carly, After School
Carly,A couple of things--As soon as you get home, make sure you feed your brother. Don’t give him anything with too much sugar in it or we’ll be dealing with him all night. I know he thinks he can handle a few cookies or one of those chocolate bars you sell for school, but we both know it doesn’t take much for him to turn into a Tasmanian devil.Lock all the doors. That should have been #1、 Make sure every single door is locked, even the one on top so that you can’t get in even if you have a key. I know you have to stand on a chair to lock the top one, but I’m okay with you standing on a chair...
Imaginary Big Sister
“Meredith,” Her mother called through her daughter's closed bedroom door, “I have a meeting this morning and we're having company over this evening so I need some help around the house. Will you please change out the bathroom towels?”Meredith had to pause in the middle of getting dressed, take a deep breath in, and let it out as smoothly as she could. “...sure,” she answered, keeping her protestations to herself, and dutifully went about the task.She brought the dirty laundry downstairs and headed into the kitchen to have her breakfast.“Meredith,” Her mother called, following her into the room...
Shades of Wednesday
It was Wednesday when the painting of a man in spectacles at his desk told Micayla that a family would arrive at sunset that day. She considered his words, clapping her hands twice to the rhythm of life, but didn’t say anything because there was nothing to be said. The man in the painting rolled his eyes at her joy, sat back in his chair, www.onedoor.ccand smoked his pipe. He was the painting that she disliked the most, but she wouldn’t admit anything because her father had painted them all. The first step to prepare for visitors was to make the rooms. Micayla was only ever in her room, which she kept prist...
The Vivid Colors
It is almost pinching my eyes and everything feels dizzy at once. Eventually, it settles in the too-bright sunlight. The grains of sand feel cold between my fingers. Water of the ocean is touching my feet and running away like a child, trying to make me run after it. Something feels odd and wrong about this nostalgia overwhelming inside me; still I force my steps forward when suddenly it comes to my realization that I am tied with ropes tightened around my wrists and ankles. The other end of the ropes is far from my vision, as if they’re endless. However, I am not surprised at all, after all t...