The Apple Orchard_Time in the Passing of Fire_The Midnight Library_When is a Latte not a Latte
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The Apple Orchard
Fruit picking. One of my favorite things to do. Picking blueberries, raspberries, strawberries, anything. I don’t know why I like it so much, it’s just interesting.~~~~~~~~~~“So are you coming or not?” Michael asked me.“I already said no. There’s no way my mom will let me go with you. She’ll think we’re dating or something,” I said.“There has to be some way I can change your mind.”“There is none. I can’t come. Go invite someone else.”He sighed.“Fine Sara. Your mom always has to be such a party pooper,” he mumbled.At that moment the bell rang. It was time to go home. Everyone ran to the busses....
Time in the Passing of Fire
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. Red, orange, yellow squares of a quilt, with branches as seams between them. The sun set behind them, lighting the whole thing ablaze. This morning, the fog had allowed a mere glimpse of them, as if little blazing sparks had been tossed from the heavens in the early hours of the day.I found myself standing underneath this open flame until the sun had gone down, and still I was lingering there for a half hour or so. The leaves had turned from red to brown with the dimming light, and I noticed how color seems to vanish as the day does. Red...
The Midnight Library
Moonlight LibrarySomewhere, up high, the stars twinkled, and the moon shone, but they were obscured by the ethereal veil of fog cast across the London cityscape. There was something different about the air that showed itself only at night. Cora shivered at the thought as her pace quickened. She has never heard of the Moonlight Library until she applied to work there. After getting into a fight with her neighbour a couple weeks ago, mother set an ultimatum: move out or work. Her bruises were still healing from Sunday, but this time she was better at hiding it. Cora never thought of herself as a...
When is a Latte not a Latte
There was a table and a blackboard outside the front door. Written in chalk on the blackboard were the words “Order Here” with a big smiley face. Mike and his friend Shane looked around; twww.onedoor.cche place seemed deserted. The small round metal tables and chairs were empty except for a young couple deeply absorbed in their computer tablets, ignoring the two paper cups with lids on the table in front of them. Coco Coffee sat in a newly opened mixed development, a glass fronted coffee shop situated below overpriced apartments, alongside a nail salon, a yoga studio and a gift store. Shane pressed his fac...