The Angel in the Orchard_Ay, de mi Lorona_Same old fight, but worse_The Ritz
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The Angel in the Orchard
Everyone knows about trick-or-treating. Everyone has an embarrassing photo of themselves as a child wearing some preposterous outfit. Except me, that is. I grew up without Halloween. I'm a sixteen-year-old girl, and my name is Amber Roux. Where I used to live, it was far too cold by October to go outside. By then, snowdrifts had shut our door.But, due to unforeseeable circumstances, I am taking my little cousin, Emmy, trick-or-treating in humid Florida. Mosquitoes stick to my skin, managing to bite me through the thin fabric of the cheap angel costume my aunt bought for me. It seems impossibly...
Ay, de mi Lorona
Ay, de mi Llorona. The pencil lead scratched the grain of the paper steadily. The vault of the church should be slightly more rounded and her bitten nails pressed the pencil tight to correct the inaccuracy. She refined the perspective lines and sketched details at the top of the light-cream pillars. On the baroque clock that overlooked the empty nave from the semi-circular mezzanine, two www.onedoor.ccarrows stretched with contained vanity. The tiny one pointing at 11, the other at 12、 As Liz curled deeper onto the straw of her wooden chair, her chin rubbed her bare knee slowly. Goosebumps creeped along he...
Same old fight, but worse
Bags? filled with things I most certainly don’t need. Car? same old junk I’ve had since I turned eighteen. Equipment? all loaded and hidden under the back seats of the car. I’m finally going away, about to start a new life far from my family and friends, please note the sarcasm. There’s only one stop to make on my way, Alissa’s house. We’ve never been only friends, and now don’t even like each other, but for some messed up reason we are together in this. “Are you getting in or what?” I yelled from the driver's seat. She rolled her eyes, as she usually does whenever I speak, but got in. The jo...
The Ritz
Helen opened the door as though she was entering the Ritz in London. The sun shined brightly behind her, blue sky with not a cloud to be seen. It was going to be a great day, her day. She strode forward, her shoulders back, chest out, chin up. She was finally going to do it, no matter what anyone thought, this day was hers. She had spent her life being small, boring, normal and she wouldn’t let it continue. Today she was going to achieve her dream and it was going help her start the next chapter of her life. She reached the till and looked the man directly in the eye, today was hers and no o...