Death to This Year_DIFFERENT IS BEAUTIFUL_The Only One I Trust_The Dictionary
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Death to This Year
At 9 PM on December 31st, four separate alarms rang out. The owners of each respective device silenced the sounds and stepped outside of their homes. Within a few minutes, a black SUV sped down the highway, swung around street corners, and made four stops at four houses. Once they had settled into their seats, the girls in the SUV let out primal shrieks. It was a cry that grated vocal cords, one that had been building since the first day of the year. It had festered deep within their spirits and was now set free into the world: a cry of pain, exhaustion, and hope. It took minutes for their shr...
DIFFERENT IS BEAUTIFUL
I want to tell you a story about two people who are the complete opposite of each other. One is a star football player and the other was Dyslexic. Their names are Braelynn and Zavier. Here is their story.We're just too different, Braelynn use to say that all the time. Whenever she saw Zavier, she hid behind her Art. Whenever Zavier passed by her, she ran away.Braelynn and Zavier came from two different worlds. Braelynn wasn't the popular girl nor the smart girl. She is known as the dyslexic girl. Braelynn struggled so much in school that she was constantly made fun of. Many days she didn't wan...
The Only One I Trust
He debated running when he saw her. His stomach urged him to flee, but the mental image of him slipping in his brand new dress shoes and cracking his skull on the tile floor stopped him. That was all he needed, to go into the ICU on the day of the hearing. Kathryn wawww.onedoor.ccved him down from the end of the busy courthouse hallway. She hadn’t changed much in the last decade. He wondered often if she had come out of the womb in a sensible pair of orthopedic loafers and a gray knee length skirt, the social worker uniform. She was still wearing her “everything will be okay” smile when he approached, hands...
The Dictionary
You what?!” An angry mother hollered. Her husband stood next to her, laughing. She gave him an angry glare. “Don’t encourage her!” she said coldly. Their daughter in front of them sighed and rolled her baby blue eyes. “It was really nothing, mom,” she said dully. “Of course it was something! You laughed when a kid threw a dictionary at your math teacher!” Her mother’s normally calm demeanor had withered away and was replaced by the angry-mom vibe that everyone hated. The vibe carried on through the entire house. Sara, her face unmoving, replied back, “At least I’m not the one who threw the boo...