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The Rat Snake
Start your story with someone being presented with a dilemma.This story is based on true events.What a dilemma, I thought to myself, as I stared eye to eye at the snake. My limbs had frozen up, that way they do when terror seizes your heart and leaves no wiggle room. The snake began to move. In one fluid motion, I was standing up, mid-stride backward, and away from the snake. My legs were vaguely sore from the weight I had been putting on them in my crouched state. My feet were used to standing on the bumpy texture of the rock, but my toes still stung from the prolonged squat. I stumbled backw...
Need
Need1 "Why would you marry him when you are not convinced of him?" I turned to my picture in the mirror, put the finishing touch, put a red flower on the front of the dress, and swallowed my saliva twice before uttering the phrase "I am ready", and examined the black aura that surrounded my eyes. I noticed that my finger was empty from the wedding ring, so I ran to look for it, "I married him because I need it."Maybe the ring fell into the bathroom sink, I lifted the tail of my dress and wrapped it around my neck, took off my silky cover, and I stretched my hand down the drain, my hand fille...
Ave Maria
I tapped my fingers on the table rhythmically.Did I have to put the adverb “rhythmically,” so that you can understand what I’m doing?Maybe. Because if I only said: “I tapped my fingers on the table,” then you’d literally imagine fingers tapping on the table, but not necessarily rhythmic.Hmm.I stopped tapping. I began drumming. Same words, different meaning.I looked at my laptop, glossed by the window’s reflection.When I was tapping my fingers, I also had my hand resting on my cheeks.The typical bored expression.Head slightly tilted, eyes droopy.Hunched shoulders.Lips flattened.An expression on...
180 Days.
We made it! 180 dayswww.onedoor.cc later and here we are. After what felt like the longest year of our lives, we had finally come to the 180th day. Students, teachers, administration all snuck glances at the clocks, watching the seconds tick away slowly, hiding beaming smiles behind masks. It was 8:30 am on the 180th day of school - the very last day in what felt like the longest year of everybody’s lives. 180 days of uncertainty. 180 days of unknown schedule changes, conflicts with the school district itself, a mini strike when the superintendent declared unsafe schools full of asbestos, poor air quality, ...