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Retaliation
Retaliation By Cesar Rodriguez-Bautista Contents 1、 The Giant. 2、 Antonia. 3、 Fed Up. 4、 The Queen. 5、 An opportunity presents itself. 6、 The girls organize. 7、 Pure chance. 8、 Who is in control?.1、 The Giant.It was the tenth time that the giant had destroyed her labors. Antonia, as before, began building the flooded road again. The giant always seemed to leave around dusk, today was no exception. Antonia and her friends got busy afterwards and began rebuilding the mess the giant left behind. The girls liked their town orderly. The road, the source of all t...
The Waitress
It was a cold January evening. The spirit stood on the cliff in awe of the sunset that glittered above the evergreen trees. Hearing footsteps crunching the leaves, it jumped back into the forest.That is what Timon Knight, an intelligent nature lover, wrote in his diary that day. He was visiting Korea to relax, but also to learn about new creatures. Timon had no wife or children, but he didn’t need anyone else in his life for his one true love was Mother Nature. Eighteen years ago he earned his degree in wildlife biology from Harvard University and has been traveling the world, learning about ...
Hopscotch on Ice
“Be careful,” my mom called. “Don’t worry,” I joked, “We won’t!” I grabbed Amelia’s hand and dashed out the door towards our hideout. I’m Luke Peterson. Me and my eight-year old sister, Amelia, built a hideout by the lake four years ago. She was three at the time and I was eight. Every winter, the lake freezes over and we watch the snow over the woods behind the lake. But the year when I was twelve and Amelia was seven… Well, let's just say that was different. Amelia slid her hat over her practically frozen ears. “It’s c-c-cold,” she said, teeth chattering. “If you’re too cold, we can’t watch...
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Content warning: drug use, child abuse Jin flinches when the kettle starts to shriek. He’s not familiar with the sound—when has he ever used a kettle?—and in his current state of tension, the shrill noise feels like claws piercing his eardrums. Fortunately, Arav is quick to take the kettle off the woodburning stove, handle wrapped in a thick woven mat of some kind. He doesn’t notice Jin’s startled wince, or if he does, he’s being unusually tactful about it. “Have you ever had ojanis or moonflower in tea form?” the truthwitch asks, casual, like he’s inquiring about the local climate and not w...