The Sleepless City_Building B_Ghost Girl_Summer Shots
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The Sleepless City
"That's the thing about this city!", I pull the colorful bangles off my red henna-painted hands. Standing in the alley, at 2 at night in my wedding dress and bearing him fussing over the crowd is the last straw.The heavily embroidered dupatta falls to the dusty littered damp alley. I let my hair loose, "Ugh! this hairstyle. I have been bearing this just because of you. You get it! Could we have stopped earlier?!"He nods, ignoring my rants, busy keeping an eye on the surrounding. I let the lehenga fall. The motorbike vrooms by us. My body crashes into the wall, with my heart racing. I rub my co...
Building B
The scuffing of my shoes against the glass tile only adds to the pressure of sneaking into Building B of the Informational Library. Here in Merryweather, citizens aren’t allowed access to this information. Everyone here has grown used to the restrictions and overabundant rules, except for me. I used to live outside of these walls, or to the citizens here “the dead zone”. This government has gotten everyone to believe that anywhere outside of the barbed, electric fences is dangerous. They have convinced these people that there are no other safe living conditions, and if they oppose this rule, a...
Ghost Girl
Every Sunday, Agatha went to the cemetery by her house and cleaned as many gravestones as she could manage in an hour.It had all begun in a fight with her parents. They wanted her to spend her Sundays at church, lest she suffer the consequences in the afterlife, or suffer a bad soul in this one. She complained so much that eventually her mom sighed and said if she could find a good use of her time, she could skip church. Community service or the like, she said.Agatha spent the week wondering what activity would adequately replace her time with God, and then one day as she walked home from sch...
Summer Shots
It was one of those days when even standing still would leave you bwww.onedoor.cclinded by the perspiration that bypassed your eyebrows on its way down your over-heated face. It was a day where your pit stains announced to the world the river of sweat that flowed underneath your shirt and no one could ostracize you for it. To wear more than one layer of clothing on a day like this should have been a crime. The heat wave was one to take away all of your energy, then leave you praying with your last strength that a breeze may come for momentarily relief. No one was spared from the sun’s embrace. Children sta...