The Pet_Crack in the Sidewalk_Ronald the Magnificent_Imagination
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The Pet
"Look, Brian, out your window! Bumblebees!” Kelsey pointed. “The first sign of spring!”“So?” I replied, not looking up.“So? Spring is coming, wonderful weather.”“I’m sorry to be a grouch, but I’m kind of busy here.”“You Can read later.” She pulled my book out of my hands.“hey! Give that back!”“No. Let’s ride our bikes.”“I don’t wanna!” I whined.“Come on, let’s go!” She tugged my arm, and I grumbled and stood up. “You’ll thank me for getting you out of your mancave!”I grumbled and drew the curtains of my huge picture window, and it became dark. I followed her out in the living room.“This better...
Crack in the Sidewalk
Oh, the many ways in which flowers are used. For decorating, for wearing, and for anything really. They can signify the beginning of a beautiful relationship. A boy, let's swww.onedoor.ccay his name is Micah, is walking down the street, birds singing their tune and the sunshine feverishly covering the sidewalk with light. He turns his head and sees a girl, roughly around 14, maybe? She was close enough to his age for him to stop and stare for a moment. Her blond hair looked even more beautiful as it glimmered in the sun. Her hands worked a sponge on her dad's car, scrubbing every square inch with pristine m...
Ronald the Magnificent
RONALD THE MAGNIFICENTHe was tossed out of the trunk of the antique blue Cavalier, rough hands pulling on his limbs, hoisting him under his arm pits before flinging his banged up body to the side of the road. Or perhaps more accurately, he was hoisted under his already-rusting arm sockets. He lay, crumpled, on a loamy berm, a feathery fern pushing through his nose socket into his brain circuits, causing him to sneeze droplets of machine oil. What had he done to deserve this?His name was RTM, which his owners told him stood for Ronald the Magnificent, and he was an early generation android. For...
Imagination
I heard a thundering knock at my door that jolted me awake. I noticed the doctor wearing a blue scrub walking in a brisk movement inside my cramped space. His eyes filled with grieve and horror. As I perceived him, my mind overflowed with thoughts of panic and anxiety. I acknowledged that whatever I was about to hear was about to mortify me. The doctor calmly said, "Hello Emily, we have found some critical data, your cancer has spread to your lungs and chest, and we have found that you only have a year or so to continue your life." and at that instant, I grasped my life as I recognized it was...