The Silkworm Bride_Upside-Down_Dr. Marcus_Spending Halloween At the Spooky Cemetery
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The Silkworm Bride
On the day of Tuma's 8th birthday, his father opens his small hands and in them places a little silkworm with a hearty smile as he says "This will be your bride." "This will be my bride?""Yes Tuma, so treat her well for she will be your bride." He looked down as his heart dropped and splashed into his gut. This niggling, wriggling thing so small was meant to be his lover? This thing that crept within his palm deep green like unripe mangos? This furry thing in many years would be his children's mother? He felt his tummy bubble as bile crept up his throat. His eyes stung with the salt of tears t...
Upside-Down
Two people sat at a bar table in an old barn that was nicely transformed into a restaurant. Their feet were perched lazily on the two empty seats next to them and they were debating the menu. This was a challenge because they were at the Jones Apple Farm, where the orchards were arranged with diagonal lines that lead to the horizon in a way that made them dizzy. Therefore, everything on the menu was apple-themed and neither of them felt like devouring four to five apple cinnamon buns. “I know it sounds crazy,” Oscar said, gesturing with his hands in the air to accommodate his speech, “but you ...
Dr. Marcus
There was this aura about him. Cocky. It showed in the way he waved me over to his side as I stepped into the fancy restaurant. I hadn't had any trouble locating it, situated right where it was, at the end of Jackson Street, surrounded by honeysuckles in bloom.Everything about the interior was cream and intimidating. The tiles. The walls. The table tops. The chairs. Even the air smelled fresh, like milk. "Have your seat, please" he said, and surprisingly, I wasn't shocked that he didn't get up to pull out a chair like those gentlemen in the movies.He occupied the seat in an intimidating ...
Spending Halloween At the Spooky Cemetery
“I think you are chicken!” Jenny yelled at me.“No, I’m not!” I yelled back.“Then prove it!”“Fine! I will! I bet you I can spend the entire night at the spooky old cemetery on Locke Road and you can’t,” I said with a huff.“I’ll take that bet,” said Jenny with a smug look on her face.“What does the winner get?” I asked.“The loser does the winners chores for a month,” said Jenny.“No, two months,” I shot back.Jenny and I had been fighting for days about who was the bravest between the two of us. She is a fewwww.onedoor.cc years older than me and in the seventh grade. I am only in the fifth grade. She is afraid...