A Love Hate Relationship_A Glimpse of the Stars_Debate club, Poetry Club or Uncertainty._The Perfect
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A Love Hate Relationship
"www.onedoor.ccSiblings: Children of the same parents, each of whom is perfectly normal until they get together," Sam Levenson once said. How true that is. Robin Thatcher was nearly four years old when her baby brother was born on an early June morning before the sun had yet made its appearance. She insisted that her parents name him Luca, after one of her dolls. She loved Luca more than anything. She loved hugging him, kissing him, cradling him, singing to him, playing with him, and reading to him. Unfortunately for Robin, the feelings didn't seem to be mutual. It could be said that before this new ba...
A Glimpse of the Stars
TW: Violence and graphic descriptions.She wheezed, dust gathering into her lungs as she dragged her pickax through the desolate mines. Sweat ran down her face in streams, tracing rivers through the sticky coal. She despised the mines. It was 2200, and people deemed worthless as she was were doomed to the sweltering, poorly lit mines to work until death. Rations were based on pounds of coal mined. She forced herself to drag her ax down the rusted metal tracks, the screeching grate of metal on metal echoing throughout the tunnel. Despite the noise, however, the moans of the dying miners still s...
Debate club, Poetry Club or Uncertainty.
It’s Sunday afternoon. The time when a sheet of calm covers most of Nigeria because half of its population just got back from church and is asleep. But the two girls seated side by side in front of the mirror at Ifa’s Salon are very much awake.There’s Biebi who has her hand—which holds some pink attachment—stretched and awkwardly positioned in front of the standing fan inches from her, so strands of this attachment fly away and towards Enyo. Then Enyo, who sits with her jaw clenched for a few minutes, removing the hair from her body with serenity until she suddenly springs up from her seat wit...
The Perfectly Flawed Date
Even when I was a kid, Valentine’s day was my favorite holiday. Now I’m all grown up, and today has to be perfect. I have great plans for the day, and it all starts with shopping.First, I have to get roses. Almost everywhere is sold out, the grocery stores are all empty and the lines at the florists tell me I won’t be able to get any there. If they aren’t sold out already, they will be by the time I even get inside. Where else can I go? I remember a small garden about half an hour outside of the city that’s known for it’s fruit. I don’t know if they sell roses, or even grow them, but it’s w...