IN THE STRANGER'S DREAM_The Meeting_Breaking the Cookie Record_Shards
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IN THE STRANGER'S DREAM
IN THE STRANGER’S DREAM Laura was walking barefoot down a long corridor. The corridor, rather narrow, seemed even without end , that is, she was not able to see the end of the corridor. The walls were bare, yet every now and then, as Laura kept on walking, something fell off the walls, sliding to the ground. Laura could just catch a glimpse, out of the corner of her eye, of that something falling off the bare walls. She thought it ( the something falling to the ground) had to be plaster, since the walls were bare. But when she bent down to look at what had fallen to the floor there was noth...
The Meeting
This was it. Today was the day. Finally, she will be able to see her again. It’s been five years. Five very long years. Her university days now feel like a lifetime ago. When she thought back to it, the girl who she was then it felt like a different person, a person she sometimes didn’t recognize a person she was not sure she liked but when she thought about Yui Fay that discomfort disappeared and her whole life lit up. What would those years have been without her? Who would she be without her? And finally, she will be able to see her again. She couldn’t be more excited. She was now standing n...
Breaking the Cookie Record
“Hand me another bag of flour,” I said. My hand was out, waiting to feel the weight of the bag.Nothing.“Okay, PLEASE hand me another bag of flour,” I said, this time with my palm up and my fingers wagging in anticipation.“Anna, that was the last bag,” said Layla, my best friend, and eighth-grade science partner. “How can that be the last bag? I counted 6 bags this morning. The dough is too runny, we need more flour,” I said with panic in my voice.“I’ll call your Mom and see if she can go to the store and get us more. My Mom is at work for a few more hours,” Layla said wiping her hands wi...
Shards
He yawns, stretches, and rolls over. Sets his feet on the floor. He has his head bowed. It feels like a marching band plays a discordant piece in there. After a minute, he raises his head. What stares at him puzzles, bewilders, and intrigues him all at the same time. He stood up. Takes a tentative step towards the sight that stirs mixed emotions within him. "When did this happened?" He asked himself. He was so out of it last night. Too many bottles and glasses tipped, and their contents sent down the pipe. "Is it that he's still asleep?" "Maybe it's a dream."These thoughts and many more joined...