Intellectual Piracy_The Lost Roadway_Lucky and Me_The One and Only Caroline
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Intellectual Piracy
Sleep hangs heavy on her eyelids. Outside the wind roars, but she is warm, buried under three layers of duvet and blankets. The Sandman comes for her, and she waits for him in a half stupor. Any second now she will succumb.On her bedside table, her phone chimes three times, loudly. The sound rings through the room, the vibrations reverberate through the wood. Ishita startles awake.Her eyes fly open on refex. The display is dim, but in the dark its light assaults her pupils. She blinks rapidly, once, twice, thrice, and by then her screen has timed out, so she stretches a reluctant arm across he...
The Lost Roadway
‘ I do really wanna come’, screamed Alison at the top of her voice as the papparazis were going crazy on seeing a multitalented singer , actress , model and what not travelling in a local subway. The crowd was really going crazy taking pictures of the fame. ‘ You, Meredith and I on a personal trip on your birthday was once all you wanted , remember Alison ?’ said Olivia literally losing her mind with the flashing lights from nearly a couple of hundred cameras. ‘ Yes but what would I do ? I’m on tour. My next stop over is at Texas. One show at the Houston stadium and the other is at the Grand ...
Lucky and Me
Katie‘s rabbit could talk. This fact was remarkable for very many reasons—one of which was her rabbit was not very unusual looking compared to most rabbits of its kind, being very soft and cuddly—but she was insistent to any who asked. The rabbit spoke to her. Perhaps one could put this up to a five-year-old’s imagination, or perhaps she knew what others did not. Regardless of this fact, Katie’s mother said over dinner (her favorite chicken nuggets, yum!) that Katie would have to face her most dreaded nightmare—sleeping without her nightlight. “You’re mother and I think it’ll be good for you, ...
The One and Only Caroline
TW: suicide I bent down on the grass. The morning dew seeping through the black slacks that I wore into the skin of my knees. I loosened my bow a bit and swallowed the building lump on my throat. Looking at your picture again and taking in a deep breath. You could say I'm nervous. It was my first time setting up something like this."How are you?" I said, trying to practice my greetings as I held out my right hand. I groaned in frustration. This wasn't enough to impress you."Why am I even doing this? I've known you your whole life," I grumbled then I remembered your eyes. Those emewww.onedoor.ccrald eyes, th...