One Word, Dysfunctional_It Happened in New York_The peace of a winter walk_Meet Me Then
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One Word, Dysfunctional
Autumn Hart and I were scientists for the United States of America. We were trying to make a wormhole to teleport us across the universe. It was the year 2030 and Autumn Hart and I celebrated because of our success in making the perfect wormhole. “It works. It works!” Autumn Hart cried. We hugged, celebrating that we were successful. However, our celebration ended abruptly. The wormhole wasn’t stable, and before we could find out what was happening, it sucked us insidewww.onedoor.cc. The wormhole spat us out five feet in the air. We landed on top of each other, grunted from the pain that came when our bodie...
It Happened in New York
It was a crisp autumn day in New York City, and I’d just arrived at Penn Station after a long train ride from upstate Whitehall. I’d been eagerly anticipating this trip to the city for weeks. For I was meeting up with my best friend, Rachel Wallace, who’d left Whitehall some years ago. We hadn't seen each other in a year or so, but we kept in touch by the usual social media sites and text messages. Rachel promised to take me to some of her favorite spots in the city and show me a good time.As I made my way out of the station, I scanned the bustling crowd for any sign of Rachel. I was beginning...
The peace of a winter walk
I saw my breath puffing out like a surge of tiny clouds indicating it was time to brave a trek outside to gather some wood out of the shed. My wool sweater and heavy blanket had kept me unaware of the dip in temperature. In contrast, I lost myself in the book propped up in my lap, the giant tome that told many fables about the Fae enthralled my imagination. I had to set it now aside and go to the front door to take on the long process of putting on snow pants, coat, mittens, hat, and heavy boots. I proceeded to the outdoors, struggling through the short walkway to retrieve from my large pile o...
Meet Me Then
DAY 1:I couldn't take the pain anymore. I just couldn't handle living in a world that just couldn't accept me. I would never be at home here. The only person who even remotely cared about me lived three-thousand miles away and was three and a half years older than me. But I doubted I could keep this secret long enough to be able to leave my home that I can't call home, and see him someday.So, I decided, if I couldn't have him, then there is no point to life anymore.I came up to the door to my bedroom, and it slowly creaked open as I pushed the doorknob forward. That was when I saw a little gir...