His North Star._A Festive Fete to Remember_SPEAK NOW!_come back to california
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His North Star.
Stars flickered in and out of view from the spanning blue painted above them. The blanket draped over their shoulders held them down, keeping them on Earth as if their minds were helium-filled balloons slipping from a little kid’s fingertips. The world was calm and still when the pair of friends lay under the star together. But Miles’s body still felt like it sat on a bed of nails, clutching his own hand to his chest even when he wanted to reach over and grab Oaklynn’s. But he feared that if he did, he would fracture and snap. Break like a small twig as a kid runs over it. Disconnect from his...
A Festive Fete to Remember
It was the annual holiday party for the employees of the Eclipse Enterprise company Rachel and everyone was excited to let loose and celebrate the end of another successful year. The party was being held at a fancy hotel ballroom and was complete with decorations, a DJ, and an open bar.As the employees arrived, they were greeted with cheers and hugs from their co-workers. The party was already in full swing and people were dancing, laughing, and enjoying the festivities. Rachel, a marketing manager at the company, was feeling festive. She was a hardworking employee, always willing to go the ex...
SPEAK NOW!
***Are you ready for more bickering between that loving couple, The Banters? Well here they go again!***“Ok. Speak now…”SILENCE“Martha? Are you there? I need you to speak now.”“Oh, sorry. I was reading.”“You’re bleeding?”“No, READING!”“You don’t have to shout!”“Yes, I do or you don’t hear me. What did you want anyway?”“Well, I’m trying to adjust my hearing aid and I just wanted you to say something. There, I’ve just adjusted it again. So speak now.”“What do you want me to say?”“Say anything!”“Anything.”“Marrrthaaa! Stop being smart. Geez when I don’t want you to talk, you never shut up. Now wh...
come back to california
Jack sighed as he sat down at his desk with fresh new lined papers. His wooden chair creaked as he leaned forward to get in position. He took the cap off his pen and stared down at the blank sheets before writing. Dear Gregory, he wrote. Then he sat up and rubbed his face. Honestly, this was the hardest part. Knowing what to say. Jack didn’t know what to say, he never did, hence a million crumpled papers around his room with poorly written letters to Gregory that he’s never sent or even looked at again. It’s been about a year now… I haven’t heard from you in a while. Just wondering about you. ...