Trapped In Heaven_On the Roof Never Dancing Ever Again_HONEY AND CINNAMON_Crab Soup
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Trapped In Heaven
In the small city of Entofield, A black woman named Ski who's around 24 years old workwww.onedoor.ccs at the hospital as the top surgeon. She's around 5'7, not slim nor phat, wears glasses, and always has a smile on her face even when she's stressed. It's the start of December where the hospital has been decorated with Christmas items, Ski hasn't celebrated Xmas since she was 16、 It wasn't a personal issue she just didn't feel the spirit of it anymore, Xmas was just another busy day for her. Ski had a best friend who worked with her named Kiara, they've been friends for 5 years now and she was Ski's right h...
On the Roof Never Dancing Ever Again
Mommy didn’t let me out of the car for five minutes after we got there. Daddy said it was because I’d been screaming I WANT A WOMBAT FULL OF GRILLED CHEESE for lunch the whole way there. So I need to stay inside to learn to be quiet.But that wasn’t my fault, right? I DID want a wombat full of grilled cheese for lunch-- oh no, it’s that creepy man with the squirrel on his chin. He keeps smiling at me. I hate him.I spent my five minutes drawing Norse gods on the frosted windows and trying to avoid looking at the squirrel-man.Mommy says it’s Uncle Jorge but I think she’s lying. My Uncle Jorge ha...
HONEY AND CINNAMON
I turned off the car and studied the house looming in front of me. It was like a small mansion but a mansion all right. For someone that grew up in an orphanage and was later brought up in a modest sized house, I was intimidated by the one in front of me. Don’t worry, it’s just a house, it won’t bite, Lena, my fiancée said dryly I laughed at that, I’m not scared it will, after all its just a house, I said intentionally repeating her words making her laugh. Come on, let’s go inside and meet the in- laws, I concluded. I came down and went to open the door at Lena’s side for her to come down and...
Crab Soup
My mother was stooped over the pot, stirring like a witch over her cauldron. She opened a can of crab meat and added it to the pot. The smell of the canned meat was putrid, but if it bothered her, she said nothing, and tossed the can away. In so many years she hadn’t changed at all. The lines on her face were a bit longer and there was less black in her hair. But the way she gripped the spoon, the neatness of the kitchen, and the tattered apron were the same image I had of her almost a decade ago. She saw me watching her and smiled , “ Almost ready,” she said, turning back to the monotonous st...