A Positive Problem_The Yellow Tinted Hue of Youth_The Rhapsody_Vacant
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A Positive Problem
The echo of laughter rang off of the walls of buildings near and far. Spring was here so excitement ran wild down the streets of the town. Just an ordinary no-name town. Nothing exciting, nothing wild. Until now. What residents did not know was that there was a new arrival to their quiet little town. She was a hot-headed, excitable sprite. And though most could not see her I could. She was a little thing, hardly the height of a pencil. Her bright blue shoulder-length hair masked the pointed ears underneath. Her wings were something of a dream, made of a shimmering substance that changed with t...
The Yellow Tinted Hue of Youth
Wake up. Get out of bed.Get dressed.Go to the job you hate.Work.Come home.Eat.Sleep.Wake up.This is all Steve does nowadays, gone are the times of spontaneity and fun, his world is devoid of colour. Each day passes, a grey blur of routine nothing.“I hate this.” Steve sighs as he sits down in his tiny cubicle. He is one of the many inmates at James and Sons’ Accounting, the place where dreams go to die. He can't even remember what day it is, but then again, he doesn't really care.“Morning sunshine. ” Dave pats Steve on the back, they have this exchange every morning. Steve can’t remember why it...
The Rhapsody
Jake was a gentleman from an island in the Visayas who came to Metro Manila for the college scholarship. He took Bachelor of Arts major in Philosophy at the University of the Philippines - Diliman Campus. He grew up in a countryside, he was not fond of city life. He preferred to stay inside the university the whole day. He also resided in the male dormitory inside the university campus. He only went out once a month, only when he really need to buy something.One time he represented the university in an inter-collegiate competition, where he met Hannah, one of his competitors. Jake and Hannah e...
Vacant
Mr. Whitaker started his day with making Mrs. Whitaker’s favorite breakfast: pancakes. He had opened his pantry door that morning and found only a half-fullwww.onedoor.cc bag of pancake mix on the shelf. He grinned, thinking of Mrs. Whitaker’s singing in the kitchen as she flipped pancakes in a well-worn frying pan.He cooked up a dozen and split them up over two plates. Then he carried them to his neighbor’s door and knocked by kicking.”“Mr. Whitaker!” said Mrs. Herman, smiling as she threw open the door. “What a surprise!”He held out the pancakes, stacked haphazardly. “For Hallie and Henry.”She blinked. “T...