On the Corner of Oak and Maple_Blue Canary_Sinister Talk_Spilling Tea
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On the Corner of Oak and Maple
Carole stood on the corner of Oak and Maple Streets, her breath materializing as ghostly white puffs in front of her face. She stamped her feet and pulled her scarf more tightly around her neck in a futile effort to keep warm. It was achingly cold on the last night of this difficult year, as if 2021 was trying to prove a point. I’m not done with you yet! Let’s see how miserable I can make you in the few hours I have left!She sipped from the chai latte clasped between her gloved hands, and felt grateful for the sweet, spicy warmth that slid from her throat to her belly. This was her daughter Li...
Blue Canary
Listen, I've seen some stuff.Nothing to do but watch, really. Not a lot of chances to get out and meet people. I'm really just kind of, you know, stuck here in this outlet.I had a friend, for a while. Dan was his name. When he was little, I used to scare away the monsters under his bed and comfort him when he had a nightmare, and when he couldn't sleep, he would sit in the circle of faint blue light beneath me and color. Years later, he would curl up with a book down there. After that, countless nights watching him stay up way, way too late playing Xbox and messaging his friends. I'm gonna go ...
Sinister Talk
The house on Elm is quiet, no sounds are heard expect the ones coming from the basement of 2141 Elm Street.RaeLynn, who lives on the 3rd floor of 2141 Elm Street is getting home from work when upon entering the front door hears noises coming from the basement.RaeLynn goes to the basement door, opens it and hears people talking. She can't make out what they are saying , so she goes down a couple of steps and sees three men talking. She notices one of the men has a gun and is waving it around.The man with the gun is angrily talking about cleaning up this mess, following a person, teaching them a...
Spilling Tea
Spilling Tea By Veronica RobinsonIt was only the third Saturday in May, but every woman in the tent begin to fan herself. The sides of the tent were rolled up to allow wind to pass through, but none had come the entire afternoon, thankfully the overhead covering was keeping the sun from beaming in. The tent was filled with large round tables two by two creating an aisle through the middle of the tent stretching to both ends of it, covered in white lace table cloths, on top of the tables were tall clear glass vases filled with yellow and white roses, and two pitchers filled wi...