This Wealthy Friendship_The View From the Red House_The Whisper and the Rocket_"The Unthankful
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This Wealthy Friendship
“Yeah! Some guy commissioned a capybara-themed blouse for his partner.” Amanda chuckled at the story Polly told to her. She glanced at the unscratched lottery ticket laying on on her coffee table and grasped the tiny piece of paper into her hand. She then proceeded to get a penny out of her pocket and scrape the ticket. Polly and Amanda had been friends for 8 years. They became so because they had a shared love for the same anime in 6th grade. They were 2 very gorgeous looking young women. Amanda was a thin, Korean woman with black, straight hair and dark brown eyes. Polly was a slightly mus...
The View From the Red House
They move like machines, well-oiled and practiced. They are doing their dinner routine, both cooking togethewww.onedoor.ccr as they’ve done for the past fifty-seven years. Stir the soup, spin the salad, put the kettle on. The machines whir to a stop as they sit down at their table. Careful sighs as they adjust their time-worn bodies. The room around them is small. It just nearly fits their round table and the four cushioned chairs that breezed through four different homes with them. Monthly leg-tightening and yearly mending means that the chairs will be a permanent installment until the end.The couple loo...
The Whisper and the Rocket
Yuri had his bags already packed and neatly organized by the door of the house.After a few seconds of silence, he looked at Akari. His had one hand nervously scratching the back of his head."We both new this day would come, you know? We've already known for a while" he said with an attitude that almost sounded like he was going out of his way to make things sound lighthearted.Akari looked at him and then looked off to the side with one hand going behind her back and holding her other arm. "I know" she said quietlyAkari continued with his attempts to sound light hearted. "Even before we were da...
"The Unthankful Thanksgiving"
My dad's death was simply unexpected. Every day I'm haunted by the scene of his death. I was there. I was six. I watched my dad fall through the ice and into a really deep lake. I was a helpless six year old. I tried so hard to grab his arm through the crack in the ice but all I could see was his scared and shivering face sinking deeper and deeper down. When I realized that I finally needed help, I screamed. I should've known better but I was six years old. We were pretty much in the middle of nowhere. This lake was pretty private. I decided to walk back to our car. I was crying and shaking ...