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The Truth About My Sister
I really did not think it would be any different, Anna coming to school with me that day. I’d always thought that everyone would understand her the way I always understood her, the way our best friend Katie always understood her.Everyone always wondered why my twin sister didn’t come to school with me, I just said she had some issues going on and everyone just acted as if they knew exactly what I was talking about.Yet when Anna finally turned up for her first day at my school why did they behave so differently than what I had expected?Such an exciting day it was for us, I braided Anna’s hair a...
The best super herwww.onedoor.cco duo
She looked out the window frame and noticed the moon slipping away slowly making way for the warmth of the morning.For a moment, Sarah was so enchanted by the light of the moon and the hundred stars shining bright that she forgot about the darkness. The darkness of the night, of the room, and in her life. For a minute, everything seemed stone-still and pale. The silence lasted only a minute, which was interrupted by the mere-hooting of a tawny tiny owl on a nearby tree.Its large broad head, binocular vision, an upright stance, and sharp talons made it seem ominous and fearful to the world. But...
THE GOOD SAMARITAN
It was Covid time and a lockdown was in force. It was past 7 in the evening. I was working from home making out an important report when my head ache started. I asked my wife for some coffee but even taking that didn’t reduce the pain. I searched for a pain killer tablet but found it was exhausted. My wife also searched but she also hadn’t any. I have a tenant upstairs and he could’ve spared me one for now, but he had gone somewhere on work and had been detained due to lockdown. I put up with the pain for a while but then it increased. I called Dey who ran a medical shop nearby and spoke to hi...
Truth For Breakfast
It was a typical morning. I woke up to the fresh smell of my dirty laundry, the birds chirping happily outside my window, and my dog snoring on my pillow. I stepped out of bed into my enormous fancy bedroom. My long brown hair fell in front of my face. My stomach grumbled, a sharp pain spread through my body. I groaned and stumbled to my walk-in closet. I slipped on some clothes and brushed my hair. I left some water and food next to my dog, Cupcake, and walked out of the room. I hopped into the elevator as quickly as I could. I went down to the first floor and spotted an old, beat-up pair of ...