Lucky's Hibernation_The Castellana_Guess Where I'm From Before The End_Echumo
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Lucky's Hibernation
Lucky woke up with a yawn already forming. She stumbled out of bed and down the stairs to her kitchen, where she found her dogs asleep by the fireplace. It was spring, they should be waking up anytime now. Lucky had been accustomed to missing winter for four years, a habit she had picked up when she ‘accidentally’ got into a fight with a girl who had been bullying her best friend. The bully had a ‘fairy godmother’ as it swww.onedoor.cceemed, and Lucky had been punished. Her favorite season was the winter. It was cold, it was snowy, blissful, and it felt so right. But when she punched that girl in the face a...
The Castellana
Elena Rodríguez sipped contentedly from her still scalding Americano as she watched the usual flocks of people swarming the streets. It was 8、30 in the morning: peak rush hour at its best. However, whilst some would find the never-ending throngs of inpiduals disheartening, Elena couldn’t look more pleased with her surroundings. She wasn’t a very expressive person in matters of mien, but the flickering sparkle of amusement in her hazel eyes was enough portrayal of her prideful feeling of belonging to the urban life.Striding quickly through the crowds, she flitted her gaze from one place to anot...
Guess Where I'm From Before The End
Note: this story does mentions a child passing away (not graphic/not the way of passing...just that one has)Where I come from I’m the small lima bean an hour away from a bean I go to look up at Wondering why people gawk and laugh as they look at themselves in odd shapes Wondering why I look even smaller And why people only come see this city Instead of mineJaniyah stood at the mic in front of a crowd of teachers, students, and some of her family members. Her voice shook as she tried to remember her lines, holding her paper with her poem just in case something went wrong, like her nerves ca...
Echumo
I was pounding away on my laptop. Distraction came in the form of freezing my limbs. They went numb. Hamle is the coldest in the rainy season. To beat the cold out of me, I got up to sweep. It usually takes me an hour to sweep the yard. By the time I am done, bounding energy carouses through my body. I carried the laptop outside to play Sileshi Demissie's full album. For the last three months, his songs felt like a daily dose of inspiration. Each song speaks volumes that nourishes my soul.Knock on the gate. The swishing sound the broom made on contact with the fallen leaves froze. Who could i...