No Dreams_Following footsteps_Galactic Guardians_The Way the Bees Live
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No Dreams
Lauren “Good Morning, Miss Mediana, where would you like to start today?” “By leaving this place and never returning.” I answer, the shrinks never like it when I answer this way, especially at first. She’s new, new to me, and new to this facility, unlike me. This trip is the seventh stay since I was six, tomorrow I turn sixteen, and only two more years before my parents no longer have a say in my care, as long as this one doesn’t go along with their most recent plot to numb me into perfection, and deem me unfit to care for myself, which is what my loving parents are going for no...
Following footsteps
“Go meet your Momma kid 'cos there ain't room for two in the cellar,” Jolly Howard said after sipping his beer at the fireplace leaving froth on his moustache. “An' be sure to shut the door well,” he finished with a puff of cigar. Danny felt irritated as he frowned and coughed to the thick smoke and the words that came out of his boss' mouth. Danny cursed the day as he took off his coat off the wall after stuffing himself with knitted scarves while walking to the door to open it but it wouldn't budge. Danny spat on his hand and tried again, it opened so he went out without bidding his boss ...
Galactic Guardians
Riley, Lily, and Max had been planning their trip to the “Galactic Guardians” convention for months. They had each invested time and energy into making sure that they wouldwww.onedoor.cc have the best experience possible. But as they made their way to the convention, they were hit with a wrench in their plans. Max’s car broke down on the side of the highway. They tried everything they could think of to fix the car, but it was no use. Max called a tow truck, and they all piled into the backseat, crammed in with their bags and cosplay gear. When they arrived at the hotel where the convention was being held,...
The Way the Bees Live
In the afternoon shade, the flowers wilted. The sun could not reach them here underneath the long limbs of the great oak tree. To what ends, I wondered, did one have to go to be safe from the world? Was it enough that the sun was trying? Some of its warmth struck through gaps between the leaves above. I reached for the flowers amidst the mossy roots. Like the purple petals, my fingers fell and curled. They were dry and cracked, feeling akin to my sandpaper throat. When had I last drank water? I couldn’t remember, but I couldn’t find the will to move from the soft grasses below me. How dead, ...