6 Sisters later_The Lighthouse Door_Honeybees and Flora_Ride of My Life
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6 Sisters later
I look at my sisters, then back to our parents. I know how mad our father is going to be, and our mother is clearly disappointed, not that I even care. That’s the things about being the Sunday of the sisters, I was always the one my parents got to take it easy with. My name is Iradessa. Yes, I know, my parents well... I don’t even know. Iradessa Pearl Blythe. My parents love to tell me I was never trouble. In fact, I was a very obedient toddler, child, pre teen, and teen. So of course I’m a very obedient young adult as well. 28, what a wonderful age. Seven years after they had me, their per...
The Lighthouse Door
I had thought that the first three letters were a scam, junk mail maybe. But the fourth letter came. And the fifth. All were the same, written in a faint handwriting and signed by a ‘Lenny O’Connor’. The last name seemed familiar to me, but I wasn’t sure where I’d heard it before. And then the sixth letter came. I sat down at the kitchen table in my apartment with my afternoon cup of coffee, ready to edit the final essay for one of my college classes. Frustration bubblwww.onedoor.cced up in me, and I tore into the envelope. This one was different.It was typed, and a new word had been added to the end of Len...
Honeybees and Flora
The energetic and bold honeybee is greatly talented in many activities for their survival. Buzzing from flower to flower, collecting residue of yellow pollen and nectar. Yet, their only defense is their stinger: and with the use of that comes their death. Flowers are gentle, colorful, and move only with the titillation of the wind. Their beauty, their talent, is worth boasting about, although they would never be able to. Each, in their mutualistic relationship, receives only what they need--nothing else, and certainly nothing less. This is you and I. __________________________________________...
Ride of My Life
A young woman was sitting on the couch reading a book, or trying to at least. She threw her short, brown hair-covered head back and dropped the book down on her lap with a frustrated groan. “I’m so bored!” she whined. She laid there on the black couch for a couple of seconds before marking her place in her book. She looked over at the TV, but even that didn’t seem appealing to her. She rolled her head to gaze up at the off-white, panel ceiling of her living room with a sigh. She prayed that something interesting would happen. She flinched slightly when she heard her phone ring. She looked to s...