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We Need a New Apartment
“Allie, do you believe in ghosts?” Ripley walks up behind Alison, eating a jar of peanut butter, and intently staring at the back of her friend’s head. While the curious roommate could see Alison was working on something, she saw her philosophical question on the apparitions as a more pressing matter. Also, part of Ripley just enjoyed annoying her friend.Alison keeps her eyes on her computer and grunts in annoyance. “It’s Alison, and what do you mean by ghosts?” Ripley narrows her eyes at Alison’s reaction. Despite being friends for several months, Alison tended to take her work seriously and ...
Gemini
She woke up face down in a sofa chair .Head pounding and becoming more excruciating at the site of the sun rays beaming in through the hotel’s curtains. It was one of her wilder nights because where is she? …. Ziwe eventually got up off the couch and looked around the unexplainably clean hotel room for a light switch. She eventually found one and slap the lights on to reveal, absolutely nothing. She walked over to a little fridge in the corner of the room, these little fridges are infamous on Tv and movies for having snacks and alcohol and she’d like both right now. The best way to cure a han...
Where Are You From?
I'm not sure exactly what trigger warning pertains to my story but as I still have trouble recalling it out loud, I wouldn't be surprised if others feel the same. It's sort of about mental health, self-hatred, low self-esteem, loss of culture, Islamophobia, etc. Also, it's a true story from when I was in sixth grade with my best friend.“You still havenwww.onedoor.cc’t told me when you were born!” She exclaimed, elbowing me as we walked side by side down the hall past classrooms on either side. “How am I gonna answer the survey without that?” “Bro, who knows what time they were born? I dunno, I think … maybe...
Snake Plant
I lost my best friend to war. I'm only twenty years old and my best friend died. That feels like all anyone needs to know about me, because since the day I heard the news, it's consumed everything. I miss him. Never got to tell him how much he meant to me. Never said goodbye. The best I can do is visit the memorial in the park, which I do every night. Always at midnight so I'll be alone surrounded by the dark trees whose branches, like twisted ghoul hands, stretch out towards me.Tonight I see the shadow of a man, silhouetted by the orange glow of a streetlamp, standing where I normally stand. ...