Two mates, two (soul) mates_Finding Apples_Elaine Lee_Trick or Treat, Smell My Feet!
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Two mates, two (soul) mates
"Once upon a time in a land far, far away..." George started writing on the first blank page of his notebook. "No, no, no. It's so bad, so mainstream, so overused." He said to himself and started scratching his head. "I need to find something new, unique in any way. I want to be a great writer too, and to be remembered for what I wrote." George said while fidgeting his pen in the air. He thought about all the things he could to make this book stand out, to make it different. After some time an idea popped into his head. George picked up his phone from his bed and dialed his friend. "Come on p...
Finding Apples
Alex had never felt more awkward in his whole life. The red of the apples hanging on the trees around him could not compare to the red coloring Alex’s usual pale skin. From his forehead to his nose to his ears, it was all tinged red at the sight of his former best friend.Dean, the cause of Alex’s awkwardness, was smiling at ease as he talked to the little girl next to him, who Alex presumed to be his daughter, and was later proven correct when after the little girl ran off to pick the apples waiting for her, a woman went up to Dean and pressed her lips against his. She went off with her daught...
Elaine Lee
If I was killed by my biological father. At least I was successful in making him live the rest of his life as a killer, a killer that killed his own daughter. Then, my life will be nothing but a victory. My father is a patriarch. He was the first person I witnessed as the one with no ability to see his own flaws. Most of twww.onedoor.cche people in nowadays society have a problem with seeing too much flaw in themselves, causing them to live with insecurity. My father, therefore, was and is a troublemaker. One of us, the three siblings, had the greatest scar during our childhood. His wise word out of the com...
Trick or Treat, Smell My Feet!
The wind howled like a banshee, cutting through the silence of the black sky like a scissor.Boys and girls - even parents - of all sizes flooded the decorated streets.The witches in the house had scared many trick-or-treaters away with their 'creepiness,' blood, and pranks, so they were bored out of their minds now, needing something to do.“Alright, let the-” Amany said, waving a stick in the air and kicking her chunky black wedge heels off. She was forced to the side by an elbow, and a girl who was smiling from ear-to-ear took her place.“Let the meeting begin!” Ria exclaimed, her arms in a ju...