Annihilation_Apple Cinnamon Pie_Peculiar Alice_Thankful for Life's Little Things
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Annihilation
Boom! Another bomb sets off. I run to the kitchen and look out the dirty window. House D28、 I go to the calendar and mark off a day. Today is the five week mark until my house explodes. I'm not the most excited. I look out the window again and see a horrible gray sky, smoke so thick you can't even see all the houses. What has this world become? The government won't tell us a single thing. All we know is that they're trying to cut down the population, and if you don't find the bomb in your house in time it explodes. One house everyday. 35 days till mine explodes and I still have no clue where ...
Apple Cinnamon Pie
“Anna, how does this one look?” Minerva said as she thrust her hands in my direction trying to show me what she was holding. “It looks amazing, all juicy and ripe,” I replied. “You should try making an Apple Cinnamon Pie. My kids love it. I add just a little bit of peanut butter to give it that creaminess. Oh wait, Craig's allergic to peanuts, right? Damn! Well anyway, Craig will still love whatever you’re going to do with it.” She didn’t answer, just shrugged and looked down at her feet, refusing to make eye contact with me. She knew that I was prodding her, trying to see how she’d react. She...
Peculiar Alice
The French cafe stands beautifully still at the corner of 6th Avenue. The aroma of coffee spreads into the streets, and from inside, the violin is playing faintly. People romanticize it as the best coffee shop in France. I walk across the street, my heels echoing on the cobblestones, admiring the colorful Victorian houses lining the river as I walk past. I enter the cafe; the bells ring, and a young barista greets me from the counter. I nod my head in greeting and find a seat. I look around me and see people enjoying their afternoon, talking and laughing as they eat. "Hello Madam, how may I he...
Thankful for Life's Little Things
I held the red construction paper in my hands. Ever so lightly I cut along the sharpie lines. My scissors gilded around the page. Finally creating a pile of hand made decorations. Once all that was left of my red paper was simple scraps, I grabbed the same in yellow and began again. Tracing and drawing different silhouettes on my paper. Grabbing my scissors, and cutting them out. Making a neat pile of my work. Then began the process again and again. I was determined to create as much as possible. I would use them and decorate my room in their perfect little beauty. Though they weren't the bes...