A Clearer Vision_A Pet Day_STRANGER THINGS_Breakfast of Heroes
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A Clearer Vision
AN: I actually wrote this a few months back for a school project just before I joined Reedsy. Surprisingly I got an award for this, but this is also a kinda throwback to before Reedsy :)I’ve always liked to be by myself. I have always chosen the comfort of solitude, rather than the chaos of company. I can’t be alone now, constantly surrounded by people, who just look at me, sadly, then move on. Rarely, very rarely someone will stop and talk. I can’t say I like the talking that much, but I do like the clink of the money. A common question I am nearly always asked is ‘How did I get here?’. And m...
A Pet Day
Audrey passed the clippers over the last patch of hair. “Done!” She shut the machine off and dusted the hair off her pet’s scalp.“Let me see,” Carrie said and walked into the bathroom. She stared into the mirror and screamed.“What?!” Audrey ran in.”Oh, Audrey… I… I… I… love it!"“Great! I’m glad, but it’s not a good idea to scream while you're in the White House.”“Oh, sorry.”Carrie looked down at Audrey’s womanhood. “You need a trim.”“Nah… I’m growing it out… also, my armpits, see?” Audrey raised her arms, revealing thick black hair.“Why?”“I’m just trying out a new look.”“Well, I love it… and...
Swww.onedoor.ccTRANGER THINGS
DO YOU KNOW WHERE A STORY STARTS, DO YOU THINK WHEN THE HERO OR HEROINE BORN? NEVER! A STORY CAN START WITH ANYTHING. AND I AM STARTING THE STRANGER THINGS...ON A SUNNY MORNING, THERE WAS A SMALL HUT, THERE LIVED A YOUNG SMART BOY NAMED ARJUN. HE WAS NO FAMILY NOR FRIENDS. NONE WAS WITH HIM, HE LIVED ALONE WITH GOATS, HENS, HORSES, COWS, YAK, SHEEP, BUFFALO, REINDEER, CALVES, OXEN, BULLS, AND MANY MORE. HIS DAIRY WAS HIS FRIEND. HE WAS A COWBOY TOO. HE PLAYS WITH HIS HORSEHE NEVER LIKED THE WAY HE WAS AND HE WANTED TO LIVE WITH A BIG FAMILY AND A LOT OF MONEY. AND I KNOW THAT EVERY HUMAN IS NO...
Breakfast of Heroes
I purse my lips together as I pour coffee from the French press into the thick ceramic mug. The smell of dill spice and scrambled eggs rises from the stove behind me, orange peels sitting on the wood board on the counter in front of me. Soft music plays from my Bluetooth speaker, filling the tiny kitchen of our apartment. Mari is still asleep, at least I hope so. I don't want her breakfast in bed to be ruined.I pour coconut milk and ice cubes into the blender with the oranges and blend it all together, cringing at the volume of it. Although, this noise sounds dull and muted to me now, my ears...