Traveler_I'm okay being a side character_Moonlight Living_Shady's Shadow
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Traveler
Violet glared at the two doors: one to the past and the other to the future. The old wizard warned her that either decision would cause a ripple effect on her life. After losing her parents to a fire she accidentally caused five years ago, she doesn’t care. She came to terms with being irresponsible for practicing magic before the fire started. She pulled back her auburn hair, tightened her belt, and ensured she had her daggers. She closed her eyes, twirled around, and reached for a doorknob accepting whatever decision she picked. She opened the door as a brisk wind pushed against her, and so...
I'm okay being a side character
In life do you ever feel like the side character, like your siblings and parents are more important? I often used to that was until last summer when i realized I'm okay with it. They are so worth it. It started like any other family trip, we left in the dark of the night just to make it to Yosemite during the day. It was just after seven in the morning in Yosemite national park when we drove through the gates. We had been driving for eight in a half hours straight. Dad refused to stop. We were forced to hold it in biting out cheeks. In a mad dash, our family of six ran to the bathroom. Mom and...
Moonlight Living
It was a Friday when I saw him, soaring through the air. Sixteen years old, we sat at the skatepark, living in the moonlight. It was the place to be, even though none of us had ever touched a board. It was just a spot away from the parents. Our own concrete kingdom. There weren’t many of us in town, that being anyone uwww.onedoor.ccnder eighteen and over twelve, so gathering was necessary. You could always be sure to find people at the skatepark. We would sit at the top of a ramp, so steep that our legs dangled in the air. Usually me, Ronnie, and Matt. It seemed absurd that anyone would do anything more tha...
Shady's Shadow
Mrs. Sherwood assigned our class to write a romantic poem regarding anything we see on campus. As she let class out for us to look around, pondering what we’d want to write about - I already had my subject in mind. I fumbled down the crowded university hallways, trying to maneuver my slight stature through the flocks of students fervently racing to their classes, tutor sessions, meetings, or whatever occurrence had them in such a hurry. Inhaling one giant breath, I pushed open the east end doorway, closing my eyes while doing so. I stood still, awaiting the door now behind me to close. When it...