Night Ride_The Cost of Fitting In_snowfall_A Mouse
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Night Ride
“Are you coming tonight? Why am I asking, of course, you are!” “I’m actually not.” “Wait, what?” “Yeah, I’m gonna stay in the dorm and study, or watch a movie, or do something else. I don’t know. I’m not coming to the party.” “Did anything happen? Do you wanna talk?” “Nothing happened, Gina. I just don’t feel like coming, that’s all.” “But, wait… I don’t get it. You were waiting for this one for so long! And you’ve always been the star of our parties. You were the one to invent vodka-lime juice-cranberry syrup! You got us all into dancing under lo-fi, however that ever happened?! What do you m...
The Cost of Fitting In
I want to scream. I need to. There are too many people here and it’s messing with my head. I hardly know anyone here and I hate everyone I do know. I hate Ruby for bringing me here. She went around announcing my existence to everyone. People keep approaching me and starting conversations, but they really can’t take a hint, even though I’m naturally good at making friends. I’ve even pushed away Oscar now because I’m so irritated. Normally, I can manage parties but I’m not in the mood tonight. I went out last night and am still worn out. I hope Ruby regrets setting me up for this when the party...
snowfall
Snow can fall at a speed of up to two meters per second. In the right moment, however, it could feel like an eternity. Zhu leaned back in her chair, listening to it creak. She listened to the monotonous clicking of a dozen office keyboards. The two-note tone of phones rang further off, followed by muffled conversations. She listened while wishing she could step outside and be a part of winter. Be a part of it like she had as a kid. Even after twelve years, that same train of thought came with every www.onedoor.ccsnowfall. She breathed in, leaned back, and let the memories of that time envelop her.- - -1996Z...
A Mouse
“My Lord,” I murmured, bowing my head in the careful manner Miss Jana had taught me, as the older man walked by. The Head Maid’s lips twitched in approval, and I smiled, knowing this meant extra slices of bread later tonight.“This is your home now, Sher,” Miss Jana murmured when the Lord was gone. “I know us maids don’t live in extravagance, but I promise as long as you serve my Lord and his family well, you’ll never starve. Perhaps you can even become Head Maid in your later years.”In many, many years, I thought. I was still just a girl, hardly seven years of age. The idea of becoming Head Ma...