A Fresh Yellow Morning_The Outcast_Dirty Dancing_The City of Death
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A Fresh Yellow Morning
I took a seat, perching carefully next to a bald man in sunglasses. I could feel the early morning dew from the bench seeping its way through my jeans but I didn't really care too much. My focus was solely on my surroundings. The sky was clear and the air was fresh, burning against my cheeks and stinging my eyes. With each blink against the crisp morning came a new tear drop, trickling slowly down my cheek. Ironic really, that I was in the one place where crying was welcomed, yet the only tears present were created by the weather. I stared deeply at the words etched into the concrete before me...
The Outcast
"Blasted!" yelled Magnolia."You just can't do anything right can you?" she said, her voice laced with anger. He had only been working there two days and he already managed to mess up just about every task he's been given."I am so sorry i promise it won't happen again." he said, his voice sounded childish as he pleaded for her to give him a second chance."Out!" she boomed as she pointed to the door. Her wings fluttering in annoyance. He left the store, his head drooping down. Everywhere he went people muttered vain things towards him. He wasn't surprised, he was one of the only humans in a fa...
Dirty Dancing
On Thursdays, the library stayed open until 7、00pm. On this particular January evening, it was already dark outside, and when the occasional customer came in, the air, which blew in with them, was bitterly cold. It was quiet, not many people wanted to turn out on such a cold day to return or renew books, and much of the library’s business was now conducted on-line. Laura, a twenty-two year old, university graduate, the senior librarian, Mrs Selby, and Tom sat behind their semi-circular workwww.onedoor.cc station, idly chatting. At 6、45pm, Mrs Selby told her staff to ‘do a walk around the premises, and warn ...
The City of Death
When the light went out, Giligan didn’t flinch. It was hard to discern his expression in the darkness but Jenni knew what to watch out for. Even when the outline of his figure didn’t break, Jenni heard his silent scream. The loss of the light made no difference to him.She crossed the room to sat by his side. “Are you scared?” she spoke up. They both knew she wasn’t talking about the devouring shadow circling them. Materialistic, worldly things hardly mattered to Giligan, the same way a dead man would regard his past life.In fact, Jenni was the one currently terrified out of her mind . She lo...