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Rachel's Best meal
I thought I was analytical, I believed I decided after taking everything into factor. Impulsivity isn’t natural to me. I like to plan my day and I don’t ever drink or do drugs like the other teenagers my age because I don’t want bad consequence to happen. I plan and I have checklists, I think 3 times before making a decision and I never have an incident where things didn’t go exactly like I planned. But after this decision of mine, I no longer believe that. I no longer believe that you can predict every outcome to your decisions. * ‘I need to eat. We have been shopping for the past 3 hours Ra...
The Partygoers
The empty Pinot and Cabernet bottles clanked discordantly against the Formica countertop. He’d set them down harder than intended. She looked up from the pile of dirty dishes, startled. Professor Nick Garrett smiled at her sheepishly.“Must have been a good party,” he said to the younger woman standing at the sink next to the pile of chipped porcelain plates and soup bowls and wine glasses with lipstick stains around the edges. He took an unsteady step backwards and braced himself against the wall opposite the sink. “You don’t need to do that, really. You’re the guest of honor.”“Don’t be silly....
Yellow Leaf
“Because you cannot take care of her properly,” I finally say after arguing for almost an hour. “Now, I’ve brought some brochures—”“I take care of her just fine,” my father replies evenly, those coal black eyes of his boring a hole through me. “I always have. And you know what you can do with those brochures,” he mutters, his tone a clue that I’ve crossed the Rubicon. “Dad,” I lean forward, exasperated by his arrogant stoicism. “When she was hospitalized last month, she was dehydrated and had a UTI. Her blood sugar level was far too high. She also showed signs of aspirin toxicity. What in God’...
Night at the Library
“Hey,” my girlfriend, Lynne, says to me. “This looks like a pretty good one.” She hands me a beaten copy of a horror paperback. It’s titled Summer of Sadness and the back tells that the novel is about of group of preteen boys discovering and battling a monster in their small hometown in 1963、 It’s an adult book despite the characters.Summer of Sadness falls from my hand- now shaking- as the volume hits the ground with a dull flop. My legs all of the sudden feel limp, they are quaking slightly also as bile churns in my stomach, looking to escape out of my mouth and my mind repeats the wwww.onedoor.cco...