Thou masquerade: a performance of a lifetime_The Shade Beneath The Maple Tree_Fun Fest_Wants Vs. Wee
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Thou masquerade: a performance of a lifetime
This story contains mentions of physical and sexual violence, if said content is triggering or you do not wish to engage in it then please read another wonderful piece on this site instead. Reader discretion is advised.***To act is my only birthright; an instinct given to but creatures such as myself to survive.A gift anointed to I through hardships remains all of my power dote. An ability to shapeshift held in my measly palm. May I need to camouflagwww.onedoor.cce from the eyes of predators can I then contort to something more desirable to what I can offer. My soul traded for a malleable shell.It had made...
The Shade Beneath The Maple Tree
"Eleanor suppers ready, come down from there."Her mothers voice rang across the field as resounding as the ringing of a supper bell in the afternoon.The young girl sitting beneath her favorite maple tree, packed up her books and woolen blanket she had been sitting on."Come darling, it'll be getting cold for sure if you don't eat now." Her mother waved her in. As she did so she looked out at the tree with solemn eyes before closing the door.***Another door opens, and out springs a man thrown to the streets."Uhh.." He moans as he makes to rise. His hat follows him and lands in a puddle nearby."K...
Fun Fest
Fun Fest. The annual high school carnival thrown for the Juniors. The annual,”sorry you can’t have prom” peace offering from the school. Stupid to say the least. All of us will be seniors in one year, but our PTO, sponsored by all of the rich Wall Street dads, threw a fit. The carnival is held an hour away outside of the city in a huge field. It’s chaperoned, but barely so alcohol in gross water bottles always finds its way into the fest. What do you expect from a New York private school?My best friend Winnie and I opted to stay home. We didn’t get tickets because neither of us felt like payi...
Wants Vs. Weeds
I'm going to say this once and only once- I do not need Samuel Harris.At the beginning of my freshman year in college, I met a rather strange inpidual in my communications class. (It's ironic since both of us are terrible at talking through speech and body language.)We didn't have a reason to talk to each other until we got assigned partners for a project that was worth a large percentage of our grade. We both made it clear that we would rather work alone, but we were willing to compromise for a high grade. That was one thing we could agree on."Partners," Said Sam."Yeah."This was the first tim...