Polka Dot_Top 10 Cabin Party Moments (Year 8)_Finding Friendship_The Bird
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Polka Dot
“Make me happy.” Dot’s arms sink over the edge of the railing and sift through the salt-speckled air. The sun slithers onto the rough angles of the waves and appears like snakes of light dancing in the corner of her eye. Adelaide is also there, in her peripheral vision, her stomach swollen and stretching the front of her floral blouse until the threads peel and screech. “You will, won’t you?” Her voice is camouflaged by the whispering thrum of the boat. Adelaide’s hands are unconsciously orbiting around her tummy and Dot recalls when she first found out about the baby. To be honest, she was a ...
Top 10 Cabin Party Moments (Year 8)
Hi everyone! As most of you know, after each of our annual winter cabin parties, I (your resident amatuer photographer) put together a list of the top ten most iconic moments of the night. Don’t worry, I asked everyone before using pictures they were in. If you’re hoping to bury all records of your antics in the frozen earth, you can do that. Anyways, here’s the rundown!10、 Jerome Battles www.onedoor.ccthe Fog MachineYou can blame our very own hostess for the terrible idea of bringing an industrial fog machine to a cramped cabin party. I’m sure you all remember the point in the night when Sarah the Queen of...
Finding Friendship
Sylvia woke up to the sound of her alarm. She got out of bed to turn it off. After getting dressed and having her coffee, she realized she had nothing to do. It was a Saturday, and she did not work on Saturdays. Normally, on a typical Saturday, she would be doing something with her best friend Wanda. Whether it was going to the movies, walking their dogs, or visiting some random town not far away that they’d never been to, they were always doing things together. Wanda had moved to another country a few months ago, though, and Sylvia was left all alone, not having been smart enough to make mo...
The Bird
«I think something is wrong with it,» exclaimed Owen over the phone. «I mean this thing doesn't move, doesn't talk, doesn't eat. It's like a zombie bird that stands on a corner and doesn't give a shit about anything.»He was stooped down as he was scrutinizing the little parrot, seating in his white cage with the dark-wooden sticks piercing its body like a piece of jungle that had been cut out of the forest and moved untouched within civilization. The branches were bumpy and surged with streams of fluid lines as if they had water inside them and they were about to burst out with the first pinch...