Love Me Tender_Our Country_Food Fight_Friends For an Hour
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Love Me Tender
TW: murder and suicide The sunset was beautiful. Red as blood and just as violent. Strains of vermillion and iris light smeared across the black Corvette’s hood, swirling across the paint like an oil slick. One of the headlamps was shattered and the fender was dented, not to mention the bullet holes peppering the rear, but it was still the most beautiful car Jacy had ever sat in. And next to her, holding her hand on the gear shift, was the most beautiful woman she had ever sat beside. “Bella,” Jacy murmured, and those night sky eyes were upon her in an instant. “Where’s that flask of yours w...
Our Country
In 1952、.I was sitting at the dinner table eating my steaming plate of kimbap with my Appa when there was a sudden knock on the window. My Appa looked across my shoulder trying to see who was there. I followed his dark brown eyes as he said,“Get the door please A-Yeong.”cAs I walked to the window, I leaned over seeing two small girls. I motioned to them that we had no food to give them, thinking they were beggars. My Appa came to me after a long time. Looking at the two girls he seemed shocked and hastily got his shoes. After he hastily slipped them on without tying them, he went out int...
Food Fight
Food Fights - Short StoryRing! Ring!It was lunchtime. My stomach was rumbling, and I was starving. Finally, I can eat!I’m a big fan of food. I binge-watch every single episode of Cooking House, and I cook whenever I can. www.onedoor.ccMy cooking is so good. Thinking about it makes me hungry. Students flocked to the cafeteria, taking every seat I could find. Ugh, why am I so slow at running! Last time, I finished last place in the class race. Being slow at running can be problematic, especially when you have to race with everyone to get the best food and seats in the cafeteria. Luckily, I bring my own lunch,...
Friends For an Hour
The sun isn't up yet, still sleeping behind the tall pine trees, still waiting to rise. A light blue glow fills the sky as Mark steps into the cool mist. Breathing slowly, he closes his eyes, sleep still poring from his mind. Off in the distance, a hawk screams its eerie call. Mark begins to walk a little ways down the trail. He remembers the trail- last night- before dinner, with Mr. Corey... he remembers Mr. Corey- Mr. Corey talking to his kids- looked up- saw mark like- "Oh... you're African American"- walked away, dragging his kids away from the beautiful, beautiful view. Here mark was aga...