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“WHO BURNT MY TURNIP?” I yelled, dismayed. “I thought you said to turn it to 400 degrees…” said my little sister innocently. My blood boiled. “I SAID TO SET IT TO 170 I KNOW YOU KNEW THAT HOW DARE YOU HOW DARE YOU!” I ran to my room holding my turnip, crying. “I’m so sorry my little turnip.” I said apologetically. My turnip blinked its huge black eyes and said, “It’s okay mommy.” She smiled a tiny little smile. “I’ll heal, it feels nice actually.” I got her a warm towel and wrapped it around her. Her eyes closed, and her breathin...
The dark blanket that covered the sky was filled with twinkling stars. Millions of miles away, they were beautiful. But up close they were ugly. They burn, fight and kill. They are nothing but fire. This is what I thought of as I went to bed. I woke up to the sun urging me out of bed, as if trying to say “Get up! It’s a beautiful day.” I didn’t want to get up. I wondered what the point was. No one would notice I was gone. But the realization I had to made me. If I was going to get up today, why not make it worth it? It was a weekend and I ...
The freezing air hugged around me as I flew down the mountain. Currently, I was skiing, something I hadn’t done much in my very straight-forward no-nonsense life. I work as a lawyer, have a wife named Monica, a daughter and a son. My daughter’s name is Rose and my son’s name is William. They are 8 and 7. But my family matters not right now. I was having the time of my life! I felt like a bird soaring through the sky. My family was waiting for me at the bottom of the mountain. “I told you you’d like skiing,” Monica said in an I-told-you-so ...
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