Weeping Teacup Day_Đurađ's perfect day_Jack and Jill_The Most Disastrous, Terrible, Horrifically
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Weeping Teacup Day
The lavender and the mallow sat watered in the sunny windowsill, looking out at the cracked stone plaza. Tendrils of ivy and honeysuckle swept into the window, trailing into the suds in the sink at each heavy, hot breeze. From somewhere in her house came touches of jazz and breaths of some heavy beast moving about on the floor.February’s house was in the middle of the Thistle Wasteland, now in the most cunning heat wave of sun and surety in a dozen years, and she had never had a visitor. She lived alone, in her house that looks like someone stepped on it, washing and Wishing and singing away. ...
Đurađ's perfect day
Rain. Around eight in the morning. It was a four-day work week, and now it was time for the three-day weekend. How can such a day go wrong? Universe, you have an impossible task ahead of yourself, Đurađ thought to himself with a smirk. Rolling around in www.onedoor.cchis bed lazily, he stuffed his head back into the pillow multiple times. Finally, the day had come when he had the opportunity to get up whenever and be irresponsible. Excited, he could not stop thinking about the upcoming day. Since he got the new job, he never got the opportunity to slow down and have a day just for himself. To get up or no...
Jack and Jill
Jack was in sixth grade this year. He lived next door to Jill, who was in the fifth grade. When they were barely beyond infants, they became best buddies for life. They made plans to get married and have two boys and a girl when they graduated high school. They were such best friends, they didn’t care much about making friends with the other kids at school. Their parents didn’t make much of it, although they probably should have. They had the attitude, don’t fix it if it isn’t broken. Jack and Jill walked to Emerson Grade School together every day, and did their homework together every...
The Most Disastrous, Terrible, Horrifically Awful Birthday Ever
I went to sleep with my mouth open and I woke up with a soar throat. The medicine I took three spoonfuls of was expired and my mom is forcing me to go to the doctor because she’s worried it will make me ill. When I went to brush my teeth, there was no toothpaste left and as I was trying to squeeze any remnants left in the tube, the toothpaste splattered all over my face and the outfit I had been looking forward to wearing all week long. I washed my hair last night thinking I’d have time to straighten it in the morning or even give it a nice brush, but because of the toothpaste incident I didn’...