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What did that add to the narrative?
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. It wasn’t a convenient time for them to be ablaze as I hadn’t yet adjusted to this narrative. I was stood on the doorstep of a building I wasn’t yet familiar with, looking ahead at a road that stretched straight on into the distance. This road was flanked on either side with these strange tall trees - willow trees I think (an impressive deduction to make within a minute of existing if I do say so myself). And yes, the leaves were on fire. It wasn’t a warm fire, from what I could tell. That was a shame because the weather was rather chilly...
Anima
“What is the color of your soul?” — Hh…?!A voice called to him. He turned his head toward it, yet a sharp nothingness filled the room once more; a deep quiet, a silence almost cold. Iwww.onedoor.ccn the quiet, he sat there, at his desk, head looking as if to somewhere far away, as he waited for the voice once more— for that clear, bright, melodious voice of a young girl; so clear, so beautiful, it was almost sad…But no matter how long he waited in the silence— her voice resounded no more…He was alone in the classroom, sitting at the only desk in the middle of the room; wearing his black, junior high-school ...
Artistic Freedom
One month ago, there was percussion. An introduction.She honestly couldn’t tell if the doorbell had even made a sound, so she rapped the knocker four times for good measure.One month ago was when Lailah first stood on the Ardeleans’ doorstep, face to face with the mansion itself.She bobbed up and down on the balls of her feet while the February air gnawed on her bones. She fidgeted with the straps of her cello case. She waited patiently to be admitted.Finally, the doors opened, and she was greeted by a short middle aged woman with a serenely vacant smile. A Mona Lisa framed by the doorway, wea...
Saving the Fate of Coffee Express
Saving the Fate of Coffee Express By: Haripriya “Do you think... people are going to visit our coffee shop?” I asked, looking at my mom. “I know that people are going to come... it’s just that, maybe right now is not our time.” my mom told me, trying not to sound worried. “No one has been coming to our café for almost a month!! We are losing that much money! MOM!!" I paused glanced at my mom, angrily, who had a blank expression on her face, staring in to nowhere, "Are you even listening to me? You couldn’t pay the rent, or any bills!” I yelled with pain and worry. “Yes, I am listening to you...