The Ember In The Wind_Admissions_Allman_The Phantom of Fairfield Apple Orchards
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The Ember In The Wind
"By the time I was outside, the leaves were on fire," Sapphire told her therapist. "Then what did you see?" Dr. Green said, nodding. "There was this little ball of fire, just, walking, er floating? around." Dr. Green went deep in thought about what to say to the doctors and Sapphire. She interrupted his thoughts when she got up and walked to the window. "Doctor, it's outside," She said calmly. The doctor got up and looked out the window. Hewww.onedoor.cc saw nothing, but people were either running away from the middle of the road or staring at, nothing? the doctor thought. Sapphire's hand gently touched ...
Admissions
We were practicing for the game. We practiced daily after school! I had volunteered to bring sports back to our school, because of the lack of funding in our school, sports and art classes were discontinued. Some of us who needed an extra push in order to thrive, felt that we needed to take the matter in our own hands. There I was an unknown Junior walking to the principals office to ask for permission to solicit business and neighborhood clubs for funding. He, at first laughed at me and said: "What about the C grade that you got in Math? Are going to go around soliciting for an A grade too?"...
Allman
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. An eternity of stories returning to the earth as all life does. Even our books cannot last forever, at least with their original intentions intact. They may physically survive but their interpretations will eventually crumble the primal concepts. The only hope of a solution to the human condition was burned to the ground by ours truly. The library of Ertus-Cenrik was a collection of books started by a man who has been present all our lives but with different faces. This man witnessed the birth of religion, of Christ, the final battles of ...
The Phantom of Fairfield Apple Orchards
I grabbed my favorite fleece cardigan and my beige boots. I pulled my honeycomb hued hair back into a ponytail using a dainty cream-colored ribbon. When I walked outside, I was greeted by the sycamore trees laced with orange and yellow leaves, clinging on to their faithful branch as tightly as possible. It was time to leave, so I hopped into my white jeep and turned on my playlist of smooth jazz. Here in Fairfield, Connecticut, we embrace fall like a warm hug from a loved one.After an hour of driving, I reached the apple orchards and I was met by a simple sign that merely read, “Fairfield ap...