Calvinball The shelves were lined with the toys, decorations, home and office supplies, and anything else you could possibly imagine. Some shelves were overstocked in preparation for the dreaded Black Friday. Several of the workers were already mumbling about the amount of work that had to be done to prepare for the insane rushes they were going to be forced to face in the next few hours. Large dollies were rushing around the store to find its item’s homes. The floor polishers were working overtime to make sure the bright florescent lights reflected off of the linoleum. A loud, hardly understandable voice came on over the intercom to announceCalvinball
FallenThere was a name on the breeze, barley a whisper in her sleeping ears, not one liable toFallen
wake the sleeping woman. The large flannel blanket was spread beneath a willow tree and had
two pillows and two large, overlapping blankets covering it but only person slept. There was
thick mist in the morning air and it obscured everything within a two foot distance. Dew coated
the grass and it shined in the dim light that was brought on by the dawn. The leaves of the tree
above her rustled and chirruped as if to tell her the grave secret the morning held. The name
echoe
The Detergent FilesThe smell of detergent, fabric softener, and cat piss met my nose in a revolting swirl that made me nauseous. It was bad enough that my dorm’s washing machine broke down, but the only place to do laundry within a mile or so was this place; Pete’s Laundry World. The name didn’t sound promising at all. As I looked around the shop I spotted a few other girls from my dorm, including Gloria, the one girl I couldn’t stand. I was tempted to leave but before I could make my muscle’s move, she turned towards me, smiling sweetly. God I hated that smile.The Detergent Files
Gloria didn’t know I hated her, mostly because
Burgundy“Hey. Hey!” “What?” “See that kid over there with the red hair?” There were two people on the bus that had red hair. I didn’t know, or care about, which one he was talking about. “Which one?” I sighed. “The one on the bus across from ours,” he replied, pointing to kid with arms folded on the edge of his open window. The first thing I noticed was that his hair was actually burgundy. “What about him?” I asked, seeing nothing particularly interesting about the boy. “He’s Mexican!” &nbBurgundy
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