Saviors_Kristy and Drew finally get together_Marmee_'Carbon'
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Saviors
My eyes flicker. My ears hear slurred voices, calling out my name. My body is still numb. But I never want to get up.I get dragged up by arms wanting to assist me. Or, at least I think they are. My consciousness is still in a catatonic state. I never remembered what happened yesterday, or two days before, or the days behind. All I know is I never wanted help.My wavy vision reflects more people flocking around. Their hubbubs mix to the lush sounds of the rainforest. There are busy sounds occupying my ears. I cannot perceive what they are saying, but they seem to be a mixture of shock and awe.Th...
Kristy and Drew finally get together
Drew and Kristy have been friends since middle school. Ever since they found out their birthday fell in the same month. But only a week apart ever since they found that out. Plus being friend they had their parents celebrate their birthday’s together. Once on Kristy’s birthday the next on Drew’s it went like this for years.All the way up till they both hit twenty one years old. Through out their child hood they had this awkwardness about them. Nwww.onedoor.cceither of them could figure it out until one friend told them ( you to need to date) Drew looked At Kristy and said.Drew: ( No we are way to good of fr...
Marmee
“Like a bird, she wakes up,Early in the morn,When the Sun reaches with it rays,To caress her gentle face.She never grumbles,She never complains,Of how her back aches and pains,She finds her way in people’s hearts,Like, water making its way through cracks and crevices.In the rocksShe will help you when you’re sad,And celebrate when you’re happy,She will be there when you need her.You might have guessed who she is,Cause there is only one,Like her in the whole world.She is her and,Her is she,Just kidding, she’s Marmee!!” Jane bowed, and thanked everyone, her cheeks flushed and her eyes sparkling ...
'Carbon'
‘CARBON’ A SHORT STORY BY TIM ROBERTS Tom walked into the filthy mid-terrace student digs he shared with a handful of fellow ne-er-do-well students. He was tired from his train journey; tired from trying and failing to read the copy of ‘Ulysses’ he had to plough through for a Monday seminar; and tired and emotionally drained from the weekend he had just spent with his family. His pretentious leather waistcoat hung to his hungry bones for dear life as he entered the living room to find his housemates scattered around on sofas and beanbags, surrounded by empty beer bottles and ashtrays brimming ...
