Millie's Cherry Tree_Pancake Pockets_The Outstanding Elm of Barrymore Park_Butting Heads
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Millie's Cherry Tree
The first one walked towards the tree in the early hours last Friday, she was tearful, staring at the trunk in silent regret. She was pretty, curly black hair, dark skin, but had the dullest of brown eyes. Her arm swiveled towards the branches a foot over her head, hand just barely grazing the pink blossoms before a quiet whimper emerged from her lips. "I'm sorry, Mill. This is the last time I'm coming to this damn tree," She frowned, holding a diploma in her left hand. "It's Michelle if you didn't already know... dumbass." It was opened and held out, her eyes sweeping over the words on the pa...
Pancake Pockets
When you're starting over in a new town, you can be anyone you want to be. In this case though, there's someone yelling after you "Garf, Garf," footsteps hurrying as she cinches your wrist, bringing you to a halt. Garf, she says, and you're not sure if she is a choking puppy in a human body, or if she thinks it is your name, but your name is Talbot, not Garf, so you yank your wrist free of the stranger. "Wait, you're not Garfield." You love lasagna, and you're starting to hate this particular Monday, but you're not a cat, or some old president, so you shake your head. You set down the bottle...
The Outstanding Elm of Barrymore Park
Authors note: You will notice that there are spelling errors and sloppy writing throughout the beginning of this story. However, this was purposeful, as to imitate how these children would write. Enjoy!---So was carved, on the fifteenth day of July, of the year 1941, into The Outstanding Elm of Barrymore Park:A.J.LWednesday July 16th, 1941, The Outstanding Elm of Barrymore Park, Toronto ONHello AJLFriday July 18th, 1941, The Outstanding Elm of Barrymore Park, Toronto ONWhat’s your name? I’m Annamie -AJLMonday July 20th, 1941, The Outstanding Elm of Barrymore Park, Toronto ONIm Matt-Sunday Augu...
Butting Heads
“Oh Elvin, it’s you. What bad luck to meet you so early today.”“Aren’t you tired? Appearing every morning just to say this to me.”“Me? Appearing? Not a chance. The less I get to see you, the better.”And so another day started: ordinary, but horribly so, or perhaps it was this horrible feeling of it that had become so ordinary to us: Emil and I, who were already arguing the moment we stepped out of our gates. Ideally, I wouldn’t want to see him any morewww.onedoor.cc than he did me, but neither of us had much of a choice. We went to the same school and lived beside each other, so we would invariably leave ou...