Alone_Red dust and sunlight_DREAMING_The Craving
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Alone
Seventeen year old Samira had never found it hard to be alone no matter where she was. Whether she had been in school - she would find a corner with a book and read. When she was at home, she would go outside and enter the woods behind the house and find a tree to climb up and spend hours there, reading, thinking and listening. She would sit at the dinner table with her parents and her two year old brother, Tootie, and daydream through their conversations. She must have daydreamed right through the talks of what to do if zombies had taken over, though she somehow doubted they spoke of those t...
Red dust and sunlight
My pop, my grandfather, lives on the edge of a small town near Broken Hill in Australia. The name of the town doesn't matter. It's unpronounceable, a higgletypigglety mess of syllables, like most Australian town names. It's barely a town at all. More a collection of weatherboard houses held together by rough people who are set in their ways and live out there for a reason. It's country where Mad Max was filmed. It's all red sand and rocks and bush dust, huge clear blue skies as far as you can see, dirt tracks leading to the featureless horizon. Land covered with ugly bush, barren trees and hom...
DREAMING
I am not happy with what I have done but I did what I did and I cant change it. Let me start from the beginning.CHAPTER#3 THE BEGINNING. "Mom wheres my makeup?""Right were you left it on tour make up stand." "You know I wish you wouldn't wear makeup it bad for your skin.""Found it thanks mom." "I know you hate makeup but I love it." I applied mywww.onedoor.cc makeup to make my face look better. Today is going to be the best day ever. Its talent show day at school and I want to look my best. I also hope that I get in the top three winners that is my dream. I got to school. I cant wait to see all my friends. ...
The Craving
cw: miscarriage This could not wait till morning. The craving came on so sudden and intense that resisting never even crossed her mind. For some reason Claudia needed fudge. Maybe it was hormones. Maybe it was the fact that she finally had an appetite. But she needed fudge. Not the kind she usually made this time of year, melting chocolate chips in the microwave. Claudia needed the heavy, silky fudge her grandma used to make—the kind you made in a saucepan with a candy thermometer. Did you need a double broiler? Claudia wasn’t sure anymore. She closed her eyes and tried to picture it, her mom...