The Girl with Maroon Eyes, The Zodiacs and Him_An Unforgettable Night_That's the Way the Cookie
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The Girl with Maroon Eyes, The Zodiacs and Him
To begin, I have to go all the way back to our first conversation. I was a new kid in a new school with so many new people. I could already tell I was going to have an interesting time here. "Um, hi, I'm Emma, and my dad wants me to get at least two phone numbers to prove to him I have friends...." I explained quietly, my face flushed with embarrassment. That’s when she stood up and began to yell her phone number with one of her friends intensely in my general direction. I take out a pencil and tear a corner off a sheet of paper and begin to scribble down their phone numbers. Once everyone ...
An Unforgettable Night
My bare skin burned as it touches the ice-cold water. “The unsinkable ship,” they said. How could it be unsinkable as I’m treading water in the below-freezing water watching the ship fall farther and farther away from the surface? “Hurry! We’ve got you, swim to us,” shouted a stranger in one of the lifeboats a few yards away. As I swam the burning sensation of my skin became too much to bear. I was sleeping when the alarms went off all over the Titanic. It had to have been sometime after midnight but not late enough for the sun to come to life. Mama and Papa were already awake. They rushed aro...
That's the Way the Cookie Crumbles
All was quiet and still in perfect suburbia that night. A last dot here and a line there, and Jane Cleverley's cookies were complete. She, like the twelve other people invited to the cookie exchange, had made thirteen perfect Christmas-themed cookies. Jane had opted for a simple gingerbread man design, with a very special ingredient indeed. A smile spread across her face as she pushed that last cookie into line with the others. The innocent smwww.onedoor.ccile each one bore made her chuckle softly to herself. All except one single gingerbread man, whose mouth was an 'O' shape. Several hours later, long af...
The Sun Shines Brighter
CW: abuse, violence“You aren’t going anywhere! You work for me! I own you!”It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.I fight to keep my frame from shivering as her voice claws to an octave higher, the stapler waving around her head like a magpie waiting to pebomb an unsuspecting victim.This isn’t the first time she’s threatened to hit me with the small mechanical device. It isn’t the first time she’s followed through with her threat, either.She screamed and screeched like this for another 20 minutes, never seeming to take a breath in between her words. Even behind thick glass framed with dark pin...