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Sisters Forever
A story of friendship, love, and the bonds of sisterhood told through the eyes of the Collins sisters, Noelle, Naima and Nadia.Noelle I'm the youngest pf the Collins sisters, Naima is the middle sister and Nadia is the oldest sister. We each have different personalities, me being the youngest, I'm the most carefree, happy loving person. Naima isn't as carefree as me. She's the nerd of the family, always reading and writing. Naima is the person you can turn to for anything and everything, and last my older sister Nadia. What can I say about her? In one word responsible. Nadia always got the job...
The Guitar Player
“Thanks a lot,” I say. I sigh and bend down to pick the crumpled one-dollar bill that landed in front of my feet on the sidewalk. I’m not homeless by the way, I just like to sit on the street corner to play my guitar. The streets are littered with leaves that scrape along the asphalt in the crisp autumn breeze. Sometimes when I play, I watch them float and dance as though they’re moved by the music.On nights like tonight, my breath gets caught in the streetlights when I sing, and people pass by bundled up in their coats walkingwww.onedoor.cc back from dinner, or a first date, or while phoning home. Most peo...
Parallels
In my office where I work there is a lot of gossip between staff. I happened to overhear a coworker telling another worker to grow up. “I thought to my self how rude”, but it made me remember my upbringing when I was verbally abused by my mother’s boyfriend. Grow up Allen, there is a time and place to be childish and when to be a grown up, as my mother’s boyfriend yelled those words to me. It stopped me in my tracks and made me think he could be right maybe I do need to grow up. I took it more of as a scolding because what else would a 14-year-old boy think when their parent is yelling at the...
110 Penitent Ghosts
Stepping onto his mother’s covered porch, I stiff-armed the purgatorial ghosts of pointless memories. Vague reflections looked up from a murky pond of rippling time, and even the ghosts that resembled me laughed with blame. Especially the ones that looked like me. Those familiars mocked attentively, the rest in spurts and fits.They came up from the ground like watery smoke and wafted through the rails. Sitting, standing, running, lying—they fought, they laughed, they hoped. They also huffed, sniffed, and puffed—rolling their bright potential right tightly to light.“Can I help you?”This was no ...