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Bye, Dad
She pulled down her shirt sleeves and adjusted the collar before she went inside the school. She was already sweaty and thankful that there was air conditioning in her classroom. She hoped no one would ask her why she had a high-collared, long sleeve shirt on when it was so warm out. She walked stiffly through the halls on the way to her class. The rushing of the other students worried her because if they bumped into her, she would hurt. She quietly stepped into her classroom and her friend, Stacey, waved at her. She walked over and sat down gingerly. Stacey’s smilewww.onedoor.cc faltered, but she took and ...
Ellos Vinieron Del Sur
The Rio Grande was a crepuscular figure in the looming darkness. Its calm brown waters softly sailed through the desert, splitting the land in two, separating hopeful dreams from the brutal bitterness of reality. The cryptic depths moved morbidly along the shallow banks of sandy loam where the watchful eyes of mysterious predators bided patiently behind the gloom. Only the docile light of the moon, which billowed obediently through the sand and ebbed silently between the waters, made the oppressive hostility of the dark more bearable. Perched above the dead bushes that lay sparsely in repose ...
Passion Project
She slowly exhales while glancing at the clock as discreetly as possible. Only five minutes left, she thinks and looks back at the man sitting across from her. He is speaking in a very animated way, his face is a little pink, and his eyebrows furrowed together. This really was not what she had imagined when she decided to do this job. She attempts to reign her attention back to what he is saying. “The money was sitting right there, I could have easily taken it, but I didn’t. That’s improvement right?” he says quickly.She squints her eyes slightly, realizing she had lost the thread of wha...
It's Just a Coffeemaker!
Susan clutched the soggy box in her hands as the rain beat down from on high. The colors in the cheap packaging were beginning to run together, blurring the words and the empty smile of the model on the box—a vapid white guy who looked like his top priorities in life were being right about everything and hitting their mansplaining quota before breakfast. Or maybe she was reading into his sneering smile.After all, it was what was in the box, not on it, that was the important thing.Although that wasn’t quite true either. The box contained a coffeemaker, a simple device, lower end (of course), no...