The Promise_Ripping Off Raichlen_Who Just Phones People_The Trees
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The Promise
The Promise 1313 wordsAs I awoke to the brightness, of the sun coming up through the bus window, I rubbed my eyes and looked out the window. ‘More cows than people’ I chuckled to myself..just like Eddie said there’d be. I wondered how much further we had to go to get to my destination. I was headed towards a small town in Pennsylvania. In fact, Eddie said it was a tiny town. So I figured what I had to do wouldn’t take long. I tilted my head back and drifted back off to sleep..When the bus finally reached my stop. I grabbed my backpack and stepped outside. There wasn’t much to see, in any direc...
Ripping Off Raichlen
“Over the years, I have perfected my gourmet grilled cheese sandwiches. Not too extravagant, yet not too simple either. I believe I have come up with the best recipe in the world, definitely restaurant worthy,” Erin bragged to her best friend Alicia.Light raindrops gently tapped the top of the tin roof on the screened in back porch on a cozy, cloudy morning in late August. A cold front had moved in and cooled the air from the blazing heat of the summer. Two stay-at-home moms, inseparable since high school, were chatting about their dinner plans while having their second cups of morning c...
Who Just Phones People
I was unfastening my bra when my phone decided to crawl across my dresser, making alarming noises that I don’t recall it ever having made before.Somewww.onedoor.ccone was calling me. In 2021、 It must be an emergency. Who died? I peered at the screen. Jeremy. Well, Jeremy, you’ve just lost yourself a bunch of points. I turned my music down and answered the call, managing to turn the tail end of my annoyed sigh into a breezier “Hiiii.”“Hello Lou. So you think it looks bad out there? Looks okay from my window.”I looked out of my one, which was rattling. Sheets of rain crashing down, trees waving crazily in the...
The Trees
…I shouldn’t be able to tell how small this room is in the dark, but somehow I feel its compression. The motionless abyss hides all in plain sight – strangely, there is comfort in that. I don’t have to move, don’t have to think, don’t have to look ahead or behind; I simply exist away from time. I’m not sure how or why, but I feel myself standing up, blindly stumbling a few steps, slowly lifting my arm, and groggily twisting the handle. The door opens in the middle of a forest at first dawn, the yawning sun cracking its eyelid behind the trees. I notice these trees are all perfe...