The Lemon Drop Man_ Heather Lynn Finds Her Groove_BLACK AND WHITE_Memories with You
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The Lemon Drop Man
I was way too young to have heard the words stranger danger when I first saw him. He was sitting on the curb in front of the old bookstore at the end of the block, sunshine streaming through his scruffy white hair, mischief dancing in his crystal blue eyes. He was eating candy while reading. Those little sugary lemon drops that kids love but adults think are repulsive. I was on my way to the park. Eight years old. The age when you begin to think that you have things figured out, yet everything is still new and different. The age when you have no filter, not because you choose not to, but ...
Heather Lynn Finds Her Groove
Heather Lynn Stone was a Caucasian female, as well as an albino. The white eyebrows accented the icy blue eyes and her many, various tattoos accented her beliefs. With a face full of metal piercings, there was something freaky about the teenager. Her hair, usually worn in braids, was also white. She often looked into the mirror and cried.“Why was I born such a freak?”She hailed from Compact, which had been named the most racist place on the planet and the internawww.onedoor.cctional criticism was duly hailed on the town. The mayor and town council in order to shake that particular label, decided to take...
BLACK AND WHITE
You would be surprised how much you can have in common with someone completely different from you. As an introvert, making friends has always been so hard for me. During my childhood days, I always had people to move to and fro with so I never really thought friendship was a problem for me, but it was during my teenage years that I realized I was so much different from the girls around me. I'm not a prude but modesty is and always will be a priority for me but these friends had no issue showing body parts that had to be covered in public, they loved attention and they were too loud. All these ...
Memories with You
Last summer, we spent a month at my dad's cabin. Just the three of us, hiking and fishing and watching out for bears and moose. A week before we left, my dad took us on a canoe ride across the lake; sitting single-file on the woven seats with Dad in back, me in front, and you squeezed in the middle. Dad and I both had a paddle, but you, sitting between us, didn't, so you just sat with your knees almost up to your chin and complained.You didn't like the spiders that made their homes in the canoe while it was on land, nor the mosquitoes that settled on us and buzzed around our heads, nor the thi...