Sunflowers_Small Town Hideout_When I Leave You_Ready or Not
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Sunflowers
Amelia D’Arcy: beautiful name; beautiful face; beautiful soul. She is the modern-day Snow White. Everyone in the office loves to be around her. Her laughter alone would repair the worst of moods and her presence lifts the atmosphere of everywhere she treads. She’s only been here for a few months, but I often ask myself how I managed the other eleven years without her?“You remembered!” she squealed, throwing her arms around my neck. I fumbled for a bit trying to yank my hands out of my pockets to return the hug, but by the time I’d managed it she’d stepped back – I was trying to remember what i...
Small Town Hideout
After Heist CW: 1 swearword and a tutuSilent house in the middle of the night the ocean water cold as it crashed on the shoreline, four figures rose from the saltwater coughing and crawling towards the safety of the sand. “Holy shit!” Van called out as he reached the beach first, he wasn’t one for swearing often so the words were a shock for him and the others that know him. “Even breaths, deep even breaths baby,” Sid called from the back making sure that none of them got lost or lose their strength in the last stretch. “Is the house really,” Jack coughed a few times before finishing his sente...
When I Leave You
"Mom got a new job, in Oakville." Those words replay in my head like a popular hit song on the radio, but it’s a song that I hate and I desperately want to change the channel. Only I can't change it this time; we're moving and there's nothing I can do about it. Honestly, there is something about moving to a new town and house that I’m excited about, not that I’d ever tell my parents that. No, it’s better they think I’m devastated about the move because I’m confident I can talk them into buying me a second-hand car to “explore” the new town with. I overheard them discussing it a few nights ago...
Ready or Not
Ready or not, here I come!The girl stood at the edge of the forest, padded jacket wrapped tightly around her body to keep out the late-autumn chill. May hadn’t been here since she was a kid, clothing catching on branches and clumsy feet stumbling over roots dappled by the shade and the sun. The girlwww.onedoor.cc turned up her collar, buried her hands in her pockets. Standing in front of it, nearly a decade later, the forest was an alarmingly quiet thing, all dead grays and browns, barren branches knocking together under the decree of the persistent wind. It almost looked haunted. May shifted, lifting one ...