She ran across the slippery road‚ her posture weakened by the weight of her soaked clothes. She knew exactly which path to take. Which way to turn. Right‚ left‚ left‚ right‚ left. Eight years later and she still remembered everything about this place and the memories it held. The rain had finally started to cease‚ but large droplets fell from the dark trees towering above her. It felt wrong being back. As though she was intruding on the most intimate of moments. She remembered how they use to
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her lashes. Jay says‚ “It’s gonna be alright.” He places a hand over hers. He nods. Syl blinks and a single tear falls. Removing her hand from under his‚ she wipes her cheek with her sleeve. Jay unlatches the watch from his wrist and drops it on the paper place mat in front of him. Syl‚ with trembling hands‚
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the more we withdrew from society‚ from life itself. As we became subjects of King Alcohol‚ shivering denizens of his mad realm‚ the chilling vapor that is loneliness settled down. It thickened‚ ever becoming blacker. Some of us sought out sordid places‚ hoping to find understanding companionship and approval. Momentarily we did than would come oblivion and the awful awakening to face the hideous Four Horsemen—Terror‚ Bewilderment‚ Frustration‚ Despair. Unhappy drinkers who read this page will understand
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We have explored a variety of writing styles with food as the central theme throughout. My first essay was an ode to steak‚ which took you through all the senses from the hint of smell to the first savory bite. The second essay was a deconstruction of meatballs and how my first true cooking experience came about. Next was an essay on the adventures of Chinese cuisine and the garlic phenomenon. The last essay was to capture and critique a moment shared with lobster. I am proud of all my essays. If
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Maroon and cerulean mingle in a vast obsidian pool. The oily swirls of a foreign drop slip and slime away in rippling circles. In the colors contorting around reflected light...rainbow after rainbow spreads. Scarlet burgeons from burgundy and emerald emerges topaz as chemicals dance on the surface of the water. Peach-colored veins drift out of the marbling chaos and away to the edges of the water. Combinations and rejections churn in orbs on the inky surface. This we pass in puddles on the street
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Corridors with cracked flagstones out of which weeds protrude and moss lingers. Must hangs in the air. Rust continues to corrode the tracks‚ graffiti encapsulates and engulfs the far wall. Tattered posters show a glimpse of what used to be of the place. Old newspaper flutters in the wind‚ floating on a cushion of wind. Alcoves show the remains of where shops used to trade. Like a black and white movie no colour was really visible. Some were‚vaguely‚ but most not. Something strange hung in the
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here! How are you back?!” He shouted as he attempted to run away from the scene. “You buried me in the wrong place. You were so clouded by fear and guilt that you didn’t think! What you thought was an act of kindness‚ an attempt to redeem yourself was foolishness.” Smirked George as he leaned closer towards Lennie. “You buried me here. In the . Did you not think I was strongest in this place? Every story you heard about the hollows being haunted; the ever vengeful spirit and the never ending storm
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“Hello”‚0-2 questioned‚”commander?” “Rendezvous at town square 2‚”I commanded. Hours of walking later and I’m finally in a place with other people. This place kind of reminds me of the old time square‚ before it was blown to bits. Now everywhere looks like it was abandoned for 30 years. I kept walking and I see 0-1 and 0-2. “Where were you‚”I said realizing something’s not right. Their eyes
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Those who defied him were put in their place and those who failed to learn their place were destroyed. But such hostility did not stem from just anywhere. No‚ he might have been a monster‚ a monster’s monster....but make no mistake he was not beyond civilized conversation and the ability to talk things out‚ even
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snowy woods. I couldn’t think straight as the scenes of people being murdered replayed over and over in my dismayed head‚ and the sounds of dogs howling as they were searching for us‚ the meant to be perished people that had escaped that cerebral place. Turning‚ back into the abandoned wooden house I shut the door only to hear the thunderous echo of the door
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