The River_Glass Ceiling_The Pinocchio Syndrome and Me_Sweet Milk (lies)

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The River

Glass Ceiling

The Pinwww.onedoor.ccocchio Syndrome and Me

Sweet Milk (lies)

The River

I didn’t want to go to the water by myself, but Kellan has band practice. They have to play at homecoming, and her part is especially important. Kellan plays the drums. The drums are the only part of the band that anybody cares about, unless there is a really remarkable saxophone player, and at our school, that is definitely not the case. I tried to play saxophone when I was in fifth grade band, but I couldn’t even get the thing to make a satisfying honk, let alone learn my scales. Sometimes I listen to music and close my eyes and think that I could have made a great musician, but I try not t...cPvone door

Glass Ceiling

I stare at my crew.Of course, they whisper. My life is full of their endless whispers; it’s a goddamn constant presence on this ship. I roll my eyes.“Smithson.”“Yes, Captain?”“Please relate to my crew that if I find them discussing the matter of my sex again, I will personally rip their balls from their bodies, freeze them, and use them as ice cubes to chill my next bottle of rum. Got it?”Smithson grins. He’s always been one to stand by my side. A good lad, of course.One of the only good ones. I scowl as I watch him skip away to chat with the rest of the crew on the ship.My crew. My ship. I ne...cPvone door

The Pinocchio Syndrome and Me

Have you ever heard of the ‘Pinocchio syndrome’? Because somehow, I feel like it has made my life a living hell. My name is Dino Gorden, a final year student in Journalism, aspiring to become one of the most successful and famous reporters in the world– a dream I have been harbouring since childhood. Since you are expected to communicate only truthful information in this field, I have always despised anything related to lies and with that being said, I’m also unable to tell even the smallest lie possible. What comes from my mouth should be the complete truth or nothing.Over the years, I have b...cPvone door

Sweet Milk (lies)

Human nature is like… milk? Did that make sense? Tammi flumped down onto the table, deflating. English was the most pointless, useless subject ever to exist in the school curriculum. Even worse than maths. She didn’t need to know a metaphor for human nature let alone create one. Her teacher, Ms Sutton, seemed adamant it was crucial to ‘acknowledge the good and bad in one quick sentence,’ so she said. Personally, Tammi thought it was dumb. Ah well, hunger was kicking in at fourth period, so milk was all she had. After a minute or two, she looked around and saw everyone else had varying levels o...cPvone door