City Storm_One Man's Trash_Starry Silence- By Anou Swami_The Picture
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City Storm
The constant clump of feet against stone, the buzz of hundreds of voices, the din of cars beeping, the wailing of sirens, and the rush of cars passing filled the air. Countless smells were swept all over, carried by occasional gusts of cool wind. Thousands of colorful lights flickered on, shining in the growing twilight. Paper scraps, deformed plastic bags, and dry leaves skittered down the pavement. Abri bounced up and down on the balls of her feet, her eyes fixed on the red hand stopping her from crossing the road. She glanced at her watch impatiently. 7:04、 She was already ten minutes late...
One Man's Trash
When Darby Reddington began her day at work, she did not expect it to end with her yelling at a garbage man. It started off as a normal rainy day at the library. Such days hold a certain allure to many, including Darby. There is a coziness to be found in the musty shelves, worn spines and dry pages while rain pelts outside. However, Darby was not in the mood for a rainy day. She was filled with antsy spring energy and the last place she wanted to be was stuck inside. But seeing as she was stuck inside, she decided to use that energy to clean out behind the checkout desk. She found four random ...
Starry Silence- By Anou Swami
I glared up at www.onedoor.ccthe glimmering stars in the sky. "Stupid things!" I muttered, kicking at a pebble in my backyard. "Stupid stars, stupid stargazing party, stupid dad, stupid mom, stupid sister! Ugh!""Are-are you okay, Teri?" My best friend Paris India Rockefeller(her parents love to travel) tapped me gently on the shoulder."I'm fine!" I whirled around to face her, pushing her hand away harshly. "What do you want?!" I quickly regretted it when my sensitive friend burst into tears. "I'm so sorry, Pary. I just- you know-" I paused, thinking of the right words, "I don't know what to do!" and I flopp...
The Picture
“Are hangover headaches supposed to last for a week? I still feel like my brain’s gonna explode,” Melanie said, flopping down on the bed next to Marion.Marion groaned and opened one eye. The only light on in the apartment was a lamp, but it was enough for her to see that her sister had an ice pack on her forehead. “Maybe you caught something,” she grumbled, closing her eyes again and rolling over.Melanie didn’t take the hint. “I don’t know. My neck’s been killing me, too. Maybe it’s from sleeping on the futon last night.”“You know the secret cure for a hangover?” Marion asked.“What?”“Going bac...