What is in an empy room?_WatchOut_I'm Running for Their Lives_Southern Gothic
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What is in an empy room?
What is in an empty room? By Millenia Todd The day was hot, and I just wanted to stretch out in the bed, with no covers on and rest through to the evening. I had been especially lucky today which never happens to me. Earlier this morning I had stopped for a bite to eat at this diner down the road, from my mother's old place. I was just passing through going down memory lane as it were when my car was towed. I saw it moving past the diner window, so I dropped my spoon in the sweet and creamy chocolate sundae I was enjoying and took off after it on foot. I did not get far running down the grave...
WatchOut
I have been watching a lot of diss tracks lately, tik tok is so hype. SO taught to kinda give everybody a friendly diss, please don’t take it personally, it's just for fun and some change.Hey, hey you downvoterRunning behinds others points, shows how shallow you are from the mindYou think taking karma makes me a loserBut you are wrong you pathetic chooser, instead of downvoting meYou should have chosen yourself, because your writing needs a band-aid, just like your mental healthDevaki you downvoted everybody because you were jealousBut instead of doing that you should have worked on your focus...
I'm Running for Their Lives
I’ve never run ten miles in under an hour before. But now three lives depend on it, and I’m determined to cover the distance in a six-minute-per-mile pace before darkness sets in. I’m about a kilometer into it, and I feel warm and settled. And with a slight downhill on hard-packed gravel, I throw down the first mile in 5:55、I had not started my day planning on doing this run. My day began with a sunrise yoga class at an assisted-living facility where I volunteer. Shortly after breakfast, I began driving three of the elderly residents through the Arizona desert on a sightseeing tour. Late in th...
Southern Gothic
The car dropped me off at the gate to the house. It opened right as I approached the iron bars that ended in spikes with a soft creaaaaak. It was hot outside, the humidity hung around the air in a tangible manner that made one feel like walking through a cloud, the swampy ground along each side of the walkway didn’t help even as the tree cover made me feel like walking into nighttime rather than my watch indicating that it was only noon. I looked down at the invitation one final time. Come to Le Maison Nocturne. It advertised in long, purple letters that flowed flawlessly around ...