We Were Happenstance_A Butterfly Tattoo_Honey cakes and Flowers_Hope Mending
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We Were Happenstance
We Were Happenstance By: Mackenzie M. Hebner Based on true events “Wanna grab lunch?” Goosebumps decorated my arms as I saw his name seep into the pixelated color combinations of my phone screen and proceeded to open his text. We’d been anonymous friends for ages, and everyone I knew thought we were what the kids call “endgame” material. By anonymous, I don’t mean the people who met online and don’t know a thing about each other but deal out personal information just for the heck of it, just that we became friends long after we had our chance to k...
A Butterfly Tattoo
It all started with a butterfly tattoo. And I guess that started at O’Maleys. And that started with Jack, this guy I met on the hospital shuttle. He was dywww.onedoor.ccing. Had been dying his whole life. Just like me, I suppose, only he felt it more that day. I was meant to go to Ward 6, the Cardiology department, as I did every Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and Sunday. He was meant to go to Ward 11, the Oncology department, where he lived. Only, he meant to never go back. He told me this as he pulled on the loose strings poking out of the seat in front of him. They wouldn’t come, no matter how many times he ...
Honey cakes and Flowers
She just wanted to go home.Was that too much to ask?Daisy scowled as she was one step away from entering the Spring festival grounds. The… loud and crowded festival grounds. If the paths to her house weren’t flooded she would have ran away. She clutched her purse tighter and closer than she would have ever needed to on her way home in the woods. People were wearing bright pastels that swished as so many ran and danced to the music. Nearly everyone was wearing flowers in some way shape or form, crowns, sewn on dresses, tied around ankles, you name it. There were even stalls selling jewelry engr...
Hope Mending
Julian Barnett had seen no one on the road for the last several miles since leaving home in a quiet town in northeast Pennsylvania, until coming across a very skinny man standing at the side, holding a small bag. As Julian drew closer, he could see the man was almost expressionless, but there was something sad in his blue eyes. His hair was a dark blond, and very unkempt. His cheeks were somewhat hollow, and his clothing hung loosely from his body.Rolling down the window, Julian called, “Hello, there! Do you need help, sir?”The man spoke with a thick German accent. “I need a ride, sir. I come ...