The Debate_Fun and Games_Battle of Wits._The Wish
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The Debate
You savour these moments in the spotlight, swirling the attention like a fine wine in your mouth. All lenses narrowed on your charming smile, your blue eyes made bluer as your pupils contract to pinpoints, the only part of your body that shies away from bright lights. The reporters jostle for position, shoulders kicking toward the front of the stage. Ravenous, famished, churning the air as they sniff for political chum. I envy your ease in these situations, you slice through the tricky queries and lob back talking points, you smash the softball questions and ace the FAQs.The moderator takes th...
Fun and Games
“Are you coming tonight?” was the message I got from my well-intentioned but oblivious friend, Lauren. Sometimes I wonder why I hang around her or what she sees in a guy like me. We made it clear we have no feelings for each other. She lwww.onedoor.ccikes sports, but I don’t particularly care about them. Tell me the score if you must, but being the only one in my family born in this state leaves me wondering about my loyalties when it comes to such shallow things.“Maybe.” That was my response.“Aww, c’mon Noah, it’ll be fun!”“Fun for who, Lauren?”“Just give it a chance. If you don’t let yourself live once in...
Battle of Wits.
Kevin sits in the principal's office. The nurse is taking care of the bleeding cuts on his arms and face. A raccoon sits in a cage placed on a table in the corner of the room. Principal Greg, a man with greying black hair, looks at the student for an extended period of time.Step 1: Create a tense atmosphere.A reset game of chess sits on his desk. All day, Greg had been racking his brains on how the chess master aka the tiny librarian beat him. He didn't know her name and it was too late to ask anyway. "So what exactly was your plan?" Greg glances up from his chess match at the bleeding yet see...
The Wish
Spencer loved to garden and do what he called “pulling the magic weeds from the ground.” He loved to garden almost from the time he could walk outside. But, his high society loving parents didn’t think that it was a good idea for their only son to be outside kneeling in muddy dirt and wet grass besides their gardener every day. Spencer on the other hand didn’t mind the getting mud and dirt from the earth on his clothes and occasionally digging up the elusive earthworms. He loved the feeling of how the dirt caressed his little hands while digging in it. But, he also knew that his parents, espec...