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Johnny and Sandy Went Apple Picking
One day Johnny got home from school on a Friday afternoon, he was in a rush to eat dinner. But the bus was taking forever. He told the bus driver to go faster and he was not going to do that so he wouldn't put lives in danger. He finally got home and he grabbed a plate and got a hamburger fries and chips. After he ate he asked if he can go apple picking tomorrow to start of the weekend right. His parents named Joseph and Michelle didn't care. So he texted his friend named Sandy and asked if she wanted to go pick apples her and her parents didn't care. So the next day he woke up and packed his ...
The Sunrise Ruby
Rumi the world famous Persian writer says "There’s nothing left of me. I’m like a ruby held up to the sunrise. Is it still a stone, or a world made of redness? It has no resistance to sunlight." It has red color stone on my finger, faceted surface, which is geometric cut with gold mounting it. You've guessed it; it's my Sunrise Ruby Ring!Rarely have i reminded red eye person more of the toenails of a Persian Seagal. His legs are as flawless as an exemplary, charming nails, which has been writing accidentally in a dull sunrise sky. Naturally, it has all the glory of a ring. There is nothing lik...
Silver-Barked Trees
Isabel held herself close as she scanned the grayish trees surrounding them. They shoot into the sky like iron totems, and she imagined them caging her in like an animal. Their red leaves made them all the more unnatural. They looked like splatters of blood on the metal. “I don’t like it here,” Isabel whimpered and rubbed her arms, shivering. “I can’t believe the shuttle dropped us on the wrong side of the planet!”“That’s what we get for contracting the cheapest company, I guess.” Himiko said. “On the bright side, we’ll still get to our next job on time since we finished our last mission w...
Falling Leaves, Warm Memories
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. The remnants of hours spent raking now filled an old drum, surrendering to the heat of a controlledwww.onedoor.cc fire. This was one of my favorite parts of the fall season - the near-ritualistic burning of the leaves. The smell, one of musky, sweet smoke, brushed with a hint of dampness, always offered moments of nostalgia in its embers. The warmth of the fire offered its own gift of comfort and memories, a sharp contrast to the chilly mountain air of the Shenandoah Valley. I took a sip of hot apple cider, whose fragrance reached my lips well before t...