A Bit of Auld Lang Syne_If Only You Could Be Me_The End Of The World_The End or the Beginning
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A Bit of Auld Lang Syne
Morning crept slowly through the mists, almost imperceptibly, waves of pwww.onedoor.ccinks, yellows, and blues spreading across the horizon, reflecting off the glassy, rippling lake. Sitting in my Adirondack chair, legs bent, with my chin resting on my knees, I waited, watching— listening as the world around me whispered back to life. We had arranged to meet this morning for a reunion, but I came early because I wanted time to think; I did my best thinking at sunrise. We were close friends back in the day— but that was many years ago.I had recently begun following her on social media, enjoying the pictures...
If Only You Could Be Me
Jealousy is a very ugly feeling. I know I shouldn’t feel that way about my friend, but I do. The worst part about it is that my friend is despicably unreproachable. She is loved by all and is perfect in all aspects. She was the kind of kid in school who had good grades but wasn’t an outcast. Teachers adored her, boys loved her. She was pretty inside and out. She was the cool girl who didn’t even tried to be cool. She was just being herself and that was enough. Even now she lives the life I always wanted for myself. She created a family of her own that replicates the family she was born into. I...
The End Of The World
“Please don’t do it. At least not on that side.” His voice shocked her against the half silence of the rooftop, splitting through the white noise of the traffic far below. She hadn't seen him sitting on the opposite edge of the roof, as still as the statutes guarding each corner. “Are you here to jump? Because if you are, I’d say this side is much better. The view is a lot nicer.” She had been standing on the concrete lip of the roof for a while now, watching the ant cars crawl. He’d come to the roof first and since she bursted through the door he’d been watching her readjust the plaid shirt...
The End or the Beginning
The TV was playing a movie they had watched a thousand times before, but unlike all those times before, I wasn’t really watching it or singing along. My eyes were focused on my closest friends, just trying to soak them all in. Cleo was laughing at something Jared had said while she was casually leaning up against Jason in the loveseat. I couldn’t tell if Jason was even paying attention to their conversation as his eyes were glued to Cleo.The two of them had taken forever to finally get together. No matter how many times Atasha or I had tried to encourage the two of them to ask out the other, ...