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Under the snowy pretenses of our world
Just across the mountainous horizon, the summer Sun shone its dying beams. Here and there, across the plain, sparkles like the dust in a lonely bookstore leapt out through the light. It was the end of the summer, and it was beginning to snow.A mere centimeter from the window pane, Bernie gazed outside studying each twirl of every snowflake within eyes’ reach. The eyes focused and defocused, traced and retraced, for seconds and dekaseconds and hectoseconds… “Hey Bernie.” A beautiful creation had entered the antechamber. Their tall, lean form juxtaposed Bernie’s squat and square trunk. Soft, com...
36 Ways To Say "I Love You"
“Pull over. Let me drive for awhile.” “No, it’s fine-” “Riley. You keep rubbing your eyes like a tired baby.” Riley chuckled and pulled over. They swapped and Riley was out by the time they were five minutes down the road. Niall looked over at her and smiled. What a stubborn woman. ******“It reminded me of you.” Riley shrugged as she gave Niall the bracelet. Niall put it on and grinned. “Thanks Ri. I love it.” They hugged each other again, but held on a little longer and a little tighter. “I missed you.” Riley whispered. “I missed you too. I’m glad you’re back.” Niall whispered back. They ha...
TO BE AN ARTIST, OR NOT TO BE?
Shannon and Denise have been best friends, since seventh grade. They did everything together, well, almost... Shannon was more creative, and did twww.onedoor.cchings like painting, scrapbooking, photography, and writing. Denise, liked to cook, and bake candies, cookies, pies, and gourmet meals. She had every kitchen gadget known to man, and was still wanting more.Shannon could never understand it, don't get me wrong, she liked to try new recipes too, but was more into the simplified method, like the oven.Denise's birthday was coming up and she needed to go shopping, but she had no clue what to get her. She...
Abandonment
Danny and I were more than friends. We were cousins, bonded by blood. The son of my father’s brother. Being separated by only six months- him having the edge- the two of us were inseparable. From playing war in elementary school to violent video games in middle school, to smoking pot out of a water bottle as high schoolers, then getting drunk and chasing women at bars as young adults. The problem was, I had learned to calm down and know my limits- Danny never did. Sure, it was fun and games at first. Danny was better looking than I was and his devil-may-care attitude always charmed the ...