The hidden cabin_Beach Day_To Heal a Wound_The sky that came over Gable Brick Place.
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The hidden cabin
THUDwww.onedoor.cc," darn, I can't see a thing !,how am I supposed to spend rest of the night like this!!, darn this snow storm !!." Says a grumpy Mary, tripping over the little furniture she had. It's a miracle that her cabin remains safe and intact in this kind of nasty frosty weather. Alas,nothing matters to her, with the electricity going BOOM!, with two of her dim lamps gone poof!. And her annoyingly screeching radio gone off; irritating to listen to, however; the only source that helps her stay informed of the chaos going on in the world, since she is all alone.Mary doesn't fear the storms or darkness...
Beach Day
I was meant to meet Marley at noon. We had the whole day planned. We were having our first beach day of the summer. Despite the harsh temperatures and the fact that it was mid-July, we hadn’t yet had the pleasure of embarking on a journey to the sandy shores where the ocean waves licked at your toes and seagulls begged for a morsel of your lunch. We’d both been hard at work this summer at our respective jobs. I worked at a local restaurant where the onslaught of insane customers and tireless shifts was made up for by the astronomical tips I made on these hot summer days. Marley worked two job...
To Heal a Wound
"Giving someone a chance at life" said I, "can change their outlook on it, because you just opened up a world of possibilities for them. You just told them that they can." and this was how I decided to start. I was called up here against my will, and little did these millions of people in front of me know that somewhere in the midst of this crowd, the man who had sent those death threats was watching me. I knew not to do a public speech again after the threats, but I couldn't refuse when I heard the murmurs of excitement from the crowd. I had on my favorite pale-blue t-shirt with a Van- halen...
The sky that came over Gable Brick Place.
Today is the closest I will ever be to dying. I’m not exaggerating, I didn’t fall off the balcony or burn my hand on the stove (though I would never be on the stove because Margret would cook for me). My head is in an albino lion’s mouth. My albino lion’s mouth, to be exact. I got Ashton when I was 9, a few days before Dad passed away from cancer. I loved my dad and all of the stargazing and movie nights and staying up late when mom didn’t know. I was a hard-core Daddy’s-girl. When dad got diagnosed, he gave me my first pet. An albino lion cub he had named Ashton for me, only a month old. I h...