A Barren Wasteland_The Judgmental Ceiling Fan_MARSHMALLOW SKIES_Fighter Girl
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A Barren Wasteland
Content Warning: Mild foul languageThe paper product aisle is a barren wasteland. All of it, desecrated by desperate, panicked consumers. Every square of toilet paper, every sheet of facial tissue, every quilted fiber of paper towel has been snatched up and hoarded by greedy, overreacting defecators. Even the vehicle interior polishing wipes have vanished from the shelves. The absurdity is unparalleled; now I’ll have to try another store.I can think of no logical reason why there should be such a drought of toilet-tissue. The product has never had to vie for popularity or assert its usefulness...
The Judgmental Ceiling Fan
Humans have always been judgmental beings. That is why they have assigned me the role of a ceiling fawww.onedoor.ccn. My only job is to look down on people because I cannot control the speed at which I turn. It is all in their hands. Those knob heads control me with a knob. And for the past ten years, I have been judging them as the ceiling fan of the Government Utility Bill Payment Office. Last March, I heaved a sigh of relief. For some reason, they were shutting down the world. This meant that the household ceiling fans had to work overtime, while I can rest until they reopen the world.But as luck would h...
MARSHMALLOW SKIES
Melody skipped down the pebbled pathway, stopping occasionally to collect a flower that caught her eye, anything she thought her mama would like. She was in the most beautiful botanical garden she’d ever seen. The colorful perfumed surroundings made her nose tickle in the most delightful way, and the hum of the busy bees buzzing about made her feel as though she were visiting in a fairy tale. It was all so perfect. She wore a white lace dress with a pink sash and a ribbon to match that was braided in her hair. The shining sun blurred her vision for a second before she could make out what was w...
Fighter Girl
I couldn’t tell if it was actually snowing or if the drifting snowflakes were just coming from the snow laden trees from yesterday’s dump of snow. I stared at the drifting little flakes of light wondering if it we might still get a snow day. When I realized how brightly the sun was shining, I gave up that hope.My phone pinged with a message from Jessica. “Wanna hang out this aft?”I said ok, but actually I didn’t want to. I didn’t really know who my friends were any more.At Ringette practice last week, I heard some of the girls talking about a group chat, but they stopped talking when I came ar...