States of Matter_The Wall_Snickerdoodles_Game Night
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States of Matter
“Could I ask her out?” He says. My head almost spins straight off and lands in the dirt, like a loose toddler on a merry-go-round before I stop it. I stare at him while my thoughts catch up with my body. I close my mouth and look back forward. He squints at me for a second before looking back forward. The sun keeps him from looking at me for too long. I appreciate that.The wind plays with a few dead leaves on the ground as we walk by them. It tosses them around in a circle before getting bored and leaving them lying there, like a loose toddler seeing unattended power tools only a few feet awa...
The Wall
“Do you want to do something fun?” She said.It was never my suggestion, but June Lilly was tall with long, shiny hair that sat on her shoulders the colour of swaying wheat. We looked up to her sapphire-eyed smile, haloed by the late evening sun, and when she snapped her fingers, we followed along like runty puppies yelping for attention. Everything about her was rich, evoked the perfume and grace of a palace garden.June, her family, lived in a mansion. In the spinney next to the Common, discreetly surrounded by oaks and sycamores, the flowers burst into blossoms each spring and the house’s inh...
Snickerdoodles
'What the heck is wrong with my parents?' I thought to myself as I grabbed the last box from my bedroom. A bedroom I slept in for the past 14 years since I was a baby. Now it's going to have to be my former bedroom because I'm forced to go across the country with my parents. I honestly hate moving even though this is our first time doing so. Or at least my first time. Sure I've helped out friends and family members move in, move out but every single time I just hate www.onedoor.ccit. I mean don't get me wrong, I love helping out but it's such a pain when moving. You have to pack, move stuff around either it...
Game Night
Zoey stared forlornly at the frost-tinted window she sat in front of, watching the swirling tufts of snow dance in tune to the sorrowful sounds of the winds. She sighed dramatically and placed her hand on the window, the cold glass biting her hand. Oh what tragedy, to be trapped in this log prison, unable to go out and fly down those fluffy slopes that were just a distant shape behind the howling storm. She watched the scenery outside for a while, green eyes and bright frizzy red hair reflected in the glass.The fireplace in the background illuminating her and everything in her vision in oran...