Shoulder the weight of a diamond_ Little Mouth_Power in the Palm of Your Hand_A Different Kind of Pe
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Shoulder the weight of a diamond
“Once upon a time..” “Don’t start it that way!” “Why not?” “You’re being facetious Al. I hate it.” “Fine. Yesterday.. is that better?” “Much.” “Alright, but like, it doesn’t have the same drama. The same level of intrigue.” “We’ll live.” “Now who’s being facetious, Carrie? “No, that was sarcasm. There’s a difference.” “What’s the difference?” “Do you really care?” “No, not really. So anyways, yesterday I was driving along—“ “Wow what an unusual activity for a Monday!” “Well, I was telling it in a more interesting way, but you shut me down.” “That’s what I’m here for, isn’t it?” “Of course. Ho...
Little Mouth
Geneviève is my name. Yes it is Geneviève very... how do you say it? "unique?" I guesswww.onedoor.cc. I live in a house of two parents and 13 siblings *I am one of the thirteen*, I often keep quiet and stay out of trouble even though I could blame someone else, just because I don't always or usually have a time to speak without someone interrupting or someone else is talking, since I never really talk because of this problem in my house hold, I am always called "quiet" and if I try to explain why I don't talk they will hush me and call me "rude". Besides that, I have a Best-friend forever, named Kendell. A...
Power in the Palm of Your Hand
"How boring.""Will you shut up? We haven't even started yet.""Woman, you're trying to get me, Luke Anthes, to read. What makes you think you'll be successful?"I glare at him. "Wanna die?"He puts his hands up in mock surrender and makes a face. For a moment, I consider my mother's assortment of kitchen knives she keeps on display not five feet away."Bold actions for someone so shamefully unarmed," I growl."Aw, I know you, Ikah. You wouldn't hurt a fly.""A fly is innocent and doesn't deserve to suffer. I'd send it to the afterlife before it knows what hit it. You, on the other hand-""All right,...
A Different Kind of Pet
Nathan filled up Jared’s cage with mounds of lettuce leaves. He watched as his pet chewed his breakfast, slowly, carefully. No rush. Jared wasn’t going anywhere. His life revolved around sleeping and eating. From time to time, he would open his eyes and give Nathan a friendly (or so Nathan interpreted it) smile of recognition and thanks. But most of the time he would just lie in his tank and quietly contemplate his existence.Judah was an iguana. Nathan’s father bought it for him for his 8th birthday. An unusual pet for sure but the only kind his siblings had never possessed. They’d gone throug...