Speed Dating_The Girl in the Bathroom Mirror_Story Time_Joe Pooped Himself, And Other Things
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Speed Dating
There she was, just ahead. He’d been staring at her for half the morning but hadn’t quite found the right thing to say. He’d wanted to act calm and casual, to look like he hadn’t a care. He felt like he’d basically achieved that. He’d been leaning back, stretching outwww.onedoor.cc, pretty much the image of a relaxed guy. Wearing the sunglasses indoors had probably not been the best move as he had probably missed some of the visual part of the briefing. He’d been so busy trying to act cool that, to be honest, he had missed some of what had been said as well. She wasn’t far away now. He could easily ha...
The Girl in the Bathroom Mirror
Note: This story contains themes of sexual violence and mental health. Everything reminded me of her. Her very soul lurked in that house, I think— it was less that I saw her, saw her hair still on the furniture and her smell still clinging to the curtains— she was just there. Like she never left. Sometimes I swore I could hear her humming in the kitchen, swore I saw glimpses of her in the mirrors. I knew it was just the part of me that missed her, of course. I felt like such a cliche in those days, wandering around an empty house and wallowing in my own grief. I didn’t realize that kind of mis...
Story Time
I am the story teller here to tell a story to my young student Kendall and a bunch of her friends. My name is Gabriella.Today's story time takes place at our world famous library, where kids and adults take in the magic of books and where the librarians words are words of wisdom.Kendall my young student of ten loves books and the library. She is just like and all others young and old who loves books. Who doesn't love a good book?Today I'm taking Kendall and a bunch of her friends to the library for story time. I will be telling Kendall and her friends a story of adventure.The library is as usu...
Joe Pooped Himself, And Other Things
Joe went number-two in his pants again. When I asked him to come to the board to solve 12 times 11 in front of the class he squinted. I told myself he was analyzing the problem, but after the audible grunt, and his excusing himself to go to the restroom, and that familiar stink in the air, I felt stupid for not seeing it coming. This was the third time in five weeks he purposefully crapped himself to avoid a situation in which he would likely look foolish front of the class. Yet in his limited wisdom he chose a worse outcome. “Mr. Kennedy, I hate Poopy Joe,” said Priscilla. “I’m sorry, but I g...