It's Only Tradition_Next Tuesday_Do Not or Donut_Zamora Part 1: Lunar Mission
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It's Only Tradition
Claire sat on the edge of her bed, stone-faced. With her mouth in a tight line and her eyes as cold and as dry as steel, she looked straight ahead at her doorknob. She willed it to be still, to never move and leave her quiet and unmoving on this bed until the end of time. The dress felt like a heavy drape on her body and the vail, like cobwebs on her hair. At this very moment, Claire hated everything and everyone.Though she wished until every muscle ached and stared until her eyes throbbed, that's traitor of a doorknob still turned and with every inch, she could feel her heart sink deeper in h...
Next Tuesday
My day starts off as it always does. I groggily roll off of my queen mattress, and enter my bathroom. I brush my teeth, wash my face, curl my hair, apply deodorant, and all of the other mundane morning things. I return to my room and put on my outfit of the day; today’s outfit consists of tight jeans and a floral blouse. After slipping my shoes on, I leave apartment 1b. The drive to work is quick and easy since it’s five in the morning. I clock in, and the day of answering high stress calls begins. “Please send help! My sister just fell down the stairs! S-she’s not getting up! Please!” A frigh...
Do Not or Donut
“Go on, Brad. Take it, nobody will notice.”“Don’t do it Brawww.onedoor.ccdley! You’ve already had one. There were eight put out and there’s eight people here. If you have another one someone here’s going hungry.”“’Someone here’s going hungry’, do you hear yourself? Give it a rest. They’re meeting room donuts not Ethiopian aid packages. Besides, that tool Jonathan is going to be banging on about whatever it is he’s banging on about for another twenty minutes easy. You really think he’ll even remember there were donuts? Never mind how many there were.”“Don’t listen to him Brad. Remember when he told you nobod...
Zamora Part 1: Lunar Mission
I yawned deeply and turned to my side. I spotted my giant calendar hanging on two pins. My clothes from yesterday were lying on the floor looking rather forlorn. My markers were scattered on my study desk and I little piece of paper with my name written in different fonts. That must be from the day before yesterday when I was bored so I wrote my name to see which fonts it looked best in. I slowly got up and cuddled my silk pillow – It’s the one I got for my birthday. Another day in Zamora I grabbed the paper and stared at it for a couple of moments – specifically at my name