Cara saves the day_Detroit Nights_Life's curves_Manhunt
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Cara saves the day
"Now do an arabesque. Cara straighten your legs. How many times do I have to tell you??" Mr. Alexei screamed. Cara sighed and straightened her legs. She was exhausted. Her knees were like they were on fire, her ankles were giving away because of the strain, and her neck was stiff. She craved a hot bubble bath to ease her pain. She lamented herself for joining this beastly dance school. Her body was wasting away because of all stress and pressure to learn the number. But, she loved to dance. Cara's first and only true love was dance. She started dancing at the age of two and got her first point...
Detroit Nights
Marley’s eyes followed the passing cars through the winwww.onedoor.ccdow, pressing his bushy hair against the cold glass of the car window. His head thumped on every small jerk off the car. Marley’s eyes squinted at the vivid lights from the Detroit skyline as they slowly came into view. A pothole made the car shake hard, and Marley hit his head. “You good?” Reggy questioned “Ye- yeah, I’m fine.” Marley shrugged, unsure “Don’t get hurt too early, we have things to do, ” Blake warned from the backseat “I know, I know,” Marley murmured Soft rap music played quietly in the background, and the tires of the car ...
Life's curves
I HATE IT HERE! It was the hundredth time she had screamed that in her head that day.It is now late October and she had been stuck here in the armpit of America since August. How did this happen, you might ask? Well, the story involves a 1972 Challenger convertible, engine trouble and a bag full of cash! On that terrible day in August, she had rolled into this speck of a town with a bad radiator, a possible warped head gasket and some pretty sketchy cylinders. It was hot..100 degrees with 99 percent humidity. It was like breathing soup in comparison to the desert air she was used to. At least ...
Manhunt
Author's note: This story is composed entirely in Haiku.We stand tall and grim We do not believe the scene Her soul has gone outShe speaks and is heard We press questions that she hates No secrets can beShe confesses his sins She cannot excuse anymore We all knew long agoThe marks told us too Some were hidden some were not We knew what to askWe now know for sure We ponder our final move The Hunt consumes usWe pide ourselves Our Prey will hide and evade We cover more groundThere's no justice here No judge or jury presides Swift vengeance will doThis town is too wild Would a ruler be better? Or ...