Wide Awake_Scuba Diving Wyoming_One-way Ticket_The Most Dangerous Books
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Wide Awake
“You’re wide awake.”I stood in front of a woman clad in clouds and white silk. Her pale feet hovered just above the grass, blowing the earth slightly away by an invisible force. Her face was kind and forgiving as she looked at me with interest. It was as if I had done something to upset her, and she was a guardian angel who came to fix my problems. “I know,” I said in response with a deadpan look. It wasn’t as if she impressed me. In my line of work, it was commonplace to see creatures like her. Just another weird day as usual.Her toes tapped the ground lightly, the sea breeze blowing her lon...
Scuba Diving Wyoming
Growing up onwww.onedoor.cc a ranch in the badlands of Wyoming, I never expected to learn how to scuba pe. In the unlikely event there was water, I drank it. I totally missed out on going to the town pool in the summer because I was out at the ranch. I was the only kid in grade school who couldn’t swim until I had to take an aquatic unit in junior high gym class. I managed to pass with a B, but never really felt comfortable in the water. Scuba ping was not on my bucket list, so I was surprised when my parents bought me an open water scuba ping course for my fifteenth birthday. I had been hoping for some cas...
One-way Ticket
Black smoke fills the air. Squeeks of the brakes shut out the sound of the world. My heart throbs. This is the moment I had been waiting for, my independence. I am finally taking the train to Chicago. My stomach is in knots. I am so excited for the adventure ahead but scare to travel on my own. I Graduated from high school last week, and this is my first taste of freedom. I have done everything by the rule book straight-A student, Cheerleader, homecoming queen, valedictorian, and so on. I feel like I have been living out everyone else’s dreams but my own. Not today! Today I am going to be fr...
The Most Dangerous Books
Everybody at the library knew not to turn their backs to the books. The library was designed so that you could never do it, except on purpose. Because the books at Ashpointe library weren’t like the others: they were dangerous. Even so, Nina still liked them. Even when her fathers scolded her, she ran her fingers along their spines to feel the leathery backs. She wasn’t allowed to read them, and even if she was, she couldn’t. No one in Ashpointe knew how to read. They were librarians, not scholars.About once every month a scholar would come by and borrow a book. They would take it out of the ...