Precariously Bold_Return To Sender Or Lender_One Long Journey_Between Angels and Insects
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Precariously Bold
"I said I would didn't I?" Kelsey puckered her lips, hands on her hips in defiance mode. Blake stood in front of her, pointing to the bridge behind them, sitting there, as if it were waiting for them, calling out in the hot stillness of the afternoon sun. "I doubt you have the guts to actually do it." Her friend pressured, his voice getting serious, too much maybe, she thought. Sweat made her hair stick to her small forehead. She was thirsty. "Give me that water bottle. Then we will walk over and I will do it." She motioned to his backpack. Around them the cicada's buzzed, gosh it was so hot t...
Return To Sender Or Lender
My Grandpa Frank's funeral was the first time I had seen a dead body.Now my mother, Aunt Susan and Uncle Joe were getting ready to go and clean out his house. I wanted to go but mom did not want me to go along."Why can't I go, Mom?""I don't think you would have any fun.""Seriously, Mom. None of you are going to have any fun either. You're going to clean out Grandpa's house.""True but I still really don't think you should go.""Come on, Karen," (that's my mom) "give the kid a break. If he wants to go, let him go. He was dad's fishing buddy. I think he'll be just fine." My uncle was ...
One Long Journey
Marissa was a very adventurous person. Always wanting to try something new and always faced any challenge that came her way. Many people always thought she was crazy for always doing these challenges, but it was one of the only things that made her happy. She doesn’t have any family around to support her in person, so she’s doing all of these tasks alone. Her parents live in New Mexico, so she never really sees them often, which actually makes it easier to do all these adventures, since no one will be holding her back. This time, Marissa will walk nearly 300 miles from Los Angeles, California...
Between Angels and Insects
“C’mon, let’s go hiking.” I said, already loading the backpack. “Hiking?” she asked, her dark brows furrowed in suspicion. “You hate hiking. The only time you would walk for leisure is between the couch and fridge.” “Wrong. That is for pleasure.” I lwww.onedoor.ccooked up at her and saw her smiling. “I know you love hiking. And today will be your special day.” “My special day? Is it my birthday? Did I miss our anniversary?” “Not yet,” I mumbled under my breath as she ran for her gear. We parked the car half in the ditch of a dirt road. It almost let my heart sink, seeing my car tilted an angle in the dirt, ...