Jailbird_Jean and Alice_Prayers and Present_The Flame
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Jailbird
It was a Saturday afternoon and I’d already polished off three drinks. Each one stronger than the last, with olives and grapefruit slices pinched carelessly on the sides, making my head trip in circles like a carousel. The people at my book launch party had begun to stroll laps around my living room. Their smiles were like flashing pinwheels and I tried to offer one back. Because I know if I didn’t, Allen would shapeshift into the responsible chaperone and the booze would be locked right up. The balloons floated around aimlessly like ghosts with a recycled memory. A worship of fellow writers k...
Jean and Alice
Today is the day. The day that my best friend in the entire world is moving back to my state—Upstate New York. She's sixteen like me, her name is Alice and she lives in New Orleans. Well she used to live in New Orleans, now she's on her way here. Like, she's on a train and she’s bound to be here in a few hours! One winter when we were thirteen—the year she moved away—we made a pact. That we would never go sledding on the hill in the tiny park behind the library, without each other ever. So here I am, three years and two months later and I haven't been sledding since that day.“Jean! Mom wants y...
Prayers and Present
If Annie was being honest, she did not really like what she was doing. Waiting for someone who was doing great in life and probably not familiar anymore while she panics silently where she sits, wearing her one and only decent dress she had been wearing for seven years already and only for very special occasions. But still, she managed to let out a fake joyous “I can't wait” when she was contacted by an unknown number then invited in a dinner bywww.onedoor.cc her brother whom she never heard from for the past ten years. Roel was not really his real brother. They were both from an orphanage maintained ...
The Flame
Julian’s dream was a blurry haze, yet he knew exactly where he was. His home. Since the incident, Julian had loathed the mere thought of sleep. For a while, he tried keeping himself up at night to avoid the wretched place that so often intruded his thoughts and dreams. Nonetheless, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t escape it. Julian peered around his old, grimy bedroom. The paint was chipped and peeling from over a decade of use, and his carpet was covered in notebooks, chip crumbs, and trash. His closet was stuffed with memorabilia from Julian’s childhood. If only he could have even a ...