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“No reason to stop you, Stealer Girl,” said Asa, using her baseball nickname from primary school. The last fingers of light glowed from the sunset, fading into a deep cobalt blue. Asa stretched luxuriously. “May I interest you in a hot fudge sundae?” “I’d love one, but I believe the drug store is closed.” “I happen to have a set of keys.” She giggled. “In that case, I would love a sundae.” They walked arm and arm down the dock, but when they got to shore, Nell said, “Oh, Asa, we forgot…

called a stand patter, but don’t be a stand patter. Expect to be called a demagogue, but don’t be a demagogue," in the speech given by Calvin Coolidge at Massachusetts. It might have a different meaning but to me, it means not to be what people call us. This is a common problem in the world today. We live by what people call us; our every steps and breaths are determined by people. A few weeks ago in my Chem class, a friend of mine asked me a question. She said, "Temmy, am I smart, Mona says I…

This is a story about a man named Cross Lambert. “Hey Cross, aren’t you excited? You’re going to get your first command soon?” “I don’t know Galius. I have been a lieutenant for so long, I don’t know how the men are going to adjust to my promotion.” “Everyone knew you were going to be the next captain and you have many supporters, amazingly. You’re the perfect example for a high-ranking officer.” “How so?“ “You follow orders to the letter and you are a devout follower of Zenith and the men…

Have You Ever Stood On Holy Ground? This past Sunday our pastor preached a sermon and mentioned this thought toward the beginning. Since then I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. Both Joshua and Moses encountered God in awesome ways. When they did they were told to remove their sandals because the ground they were standing on was “holy ground”. But what made that ground holy? Was it holy before this encounter? Or did it become holy only because of this encounter? Is the ground still…

colour you really like?" Anya asks. "Well, for Angela," Vanessa starts, while gesturing to Angela, but is cut off. "I was thinking we could go for an older look, something flattering but not over the top. And I want a fitted short dress, one that compliments my body. No lace, whatsoever, but I like a bit of sparkle. I want strapless of course and as for the colour, I want it to be dark ruby," Angela says, conceitedly. Demanding much? I mean, it's nice to know exactly what you want, but you…

“CLAIRE!” I turn around and see Rachel running towards me with two red solo cups in her hand. “Take one.” she hands me one of the cups, filled to the rim. “Do you realize how many people are here? There are people here that I’ve never even talked to before, how did they all get in?” she continues, practically yelling in my ear. “Well you know Jay, all he cares about is his party reputation. He’s lucky that he can play football, if not he’d be kicked out of school in a heartbeat.” I roll my…

Mathilde Loisel was a selfish woman. She always had thoughts of herself. She dreamed about living like she was an upper class woman. One could say that she did not love her husband because of the selfishness she implied. This selfishness along with her greedy personality brought her to her downfall. She caused her and her husband to become poor and have to work hard to pay off a priceless necklace. Her husband sacrificed everything for her. He spoiled her even though he did not…

She pierced her lips into a straight line and put his paper in the curve pile of papers. "He's actually been improving if you asked me. If you even cared to look at the monitored homework, you would see as well." He bit his lip and placed a hand over her pen. "Feisty I like it." Diamond roughly snatched her hand from his and flashed her 15 carrot ring. He licked his lips and glared at the glistening moon…

Anytime Desmond and I have been in bed together, it's either been at my apartment bed or my luxurious bed here. I remember wondering if he didn't want me to be in his room because it might be too personal, but that wasn't the reason at all. His room had a balcony, but the glass doors to it were covered by heavy black curtains. All his windows are the same way, so the room had a dim theme to it. The…

models in Teen Vogue and gossip about the latest boys that they’d been smitten with, I would sit on the side and absolutely infuriate them during games of Truth or Dare. The question was always the same. “Come on Delaney, you’ve gotta tell us! Who do you like?” Naturally, answer was always the same too. I’d offer a half-hearted shrug and a glance to the side. “I’m just friends with boys. I don’t really feel like I need to date them.” That was why Mike was so important. Mike was the first boy…