It’s an early afternoon and I’m craving a snack. Particularly a Danish from the local bakery. I arrive to see that there are only a handful of customers inside. One of them being a girl with long blonde hair and is facing the register. She is wearing a loose pink tank-top and her skinny jeans … Continue reading
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Sharing Is Caring But Being A Copy Cat Is Different
Once upon a time, there was an annual festival for high school students called prom. A girl I started hanging out with during lunch time asked me what type of dress I was considering to get. First! A little bit of background on her: she was well-known for having a new best friend every month … Continue reading
The Girl Who Cried, “That’s enough, bit-!”
“Fire! Fire! Someone put it out!” SPLASH! Gasps echo loudly in the cafeteria which is then followed by a roar of laughter. A girl named Rachel picks up napkins to wipe the milk off her face. “Oops, sorry!” a snobbish girl called Ashley with long black hair insincerely apologizes. “Your hair was so red that … Continue reading
Why Do I Have To Flirt With Joel?
Six minutes until the clock strikes three. The second hand seems to drag like an intoxicated person walking out of a bar. The teacher is nose deep on the smart board and mumbling about the process of mitosis, ignoring the fact that not a single student is giving two shits about the lesson. Private school … Continue reading
Wind Runner (Mini Molly Tale – 1)
***One of the stories I wrote when I was a kid.*** “Come on!” Danny grunts, running as hard as possible on her high school’s track. Her leg muscles constrict more and more with every step she made. Her heart hammers against her chest, and the dry winter air chafes her throat. Sweat glues her windbreakers … Continue reading
That Journal Of Mine
Shuffling over a pile of notebooks I have kept since I was a preteen, I discovered a small journal I immediately recognized as my Dream Journal. I purchased this journal when I was a freshman in high school with the soul purpose to record my dreams, which varied between simple life and to the most … Continue reading
Molly Greye 