A Cat on the Window Sill_Am I my sisters Keeper_Going Batty_Falling Upwards
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A Cat on the Window Sill
The city air made me want to cough. All of the smoke and people crowding around made it feel like I couldn’t breathe. Once again, I checked my phone, scrolling through my text messages to find the one from Laura: 127 Maple Street! Can’t wait to see you!Sighing, I put my phone back in my pocket and scanned the bustling street. Cars were running every which way, some honking right in my ear. At the far end of the road I was on, I spotted a street sign that looked to be on its last legs: Maple Street. One nail holding it to a metal pole had come undone, resulting in it hanging haphazardly to the...
Am I my sisters Keeper
After their mother unexpectedly dies of a drug overdose three sisters are left with nothing, with no money to pay for rent the two younger sisters are forced to live with their dad and the oldest unfortunately is sent to stay with her only blood relative left which is her elderly grandmother on her estranged dads side.The grandmothers house was very big in a secluded area lots of trees, a huge lake and horses everything a young girl would dream of however the grandmother was not so pleasant she always made her granddaughter wait on her hand and foot she also made her do all the chores around t...
Going Batty
It all started when I read an article about the importance of getting a good night sleep and how to do it. The article included the results of a study done at the Eindhoven University of Technology in the Netherlands, suggesting that the quality of one’s sleep can be improved with one simple step: before going to bed, open a window. Instead of breathing stale air, the open window will enhance ventilation and airflow in the bedroom, and reduce carbon dioxide levels, allowing you to breathe fresh air and sleep better. I’ve lived in my apartment for several decades and never, NEVER opened a windo...
Falling www.onedoor.ccUpwards
We are somewhere behind them, our vantage point two hundred meters above and to their right. We are hiding within a small grove of fir trees with tired branches all droopy with their burdens of snow. The Instructor has his back to a sheer cliff face and is quietly talking to about five others, his arms gesturing this way and that, with around a thousand metres of bounce and screaming plummet below them. We had come up the mountain to check out reports of strange activity by a group of extreme sports enthusiasts and hadn’t expected to hit the jackpot such as we had. The Instructor was elusiv...