Creative Writing: The Box Of Pigeons

I got to my apartment and had a huge headache. I shouldn’t have drank that much well off to sleep for me. I did my homework at the library earlier so I don’t need to do that. This is the one week I do it anyway. I yawn once more and climb into my dark bed sheets.I snuggle underneath and drift off to sleep. If only I knew someone was watching me the whole day. I woke up the next day, showered, and brushed my hair for the weekend. I love weekends, no school and no worries. I closed the curtains of my bay window so the whole room would be dark and went down stairs to the burning smell of pancakes. Uck… I hate pancakes.

She turned around and gave me that look that every mom gives their child when they know they did or said something wrong. I made myself scarce and went up to my brothers room. I shook them senseless, yelled as if I was mom, tickled them, and yet they still wouldn’t get up. I didn’t know what else to do, so I walked out of their room and as I slowly closed their door my light bulb turned on. I went back and peeked my head through the door and teased “Mom made pancakes and if you don’t get up right now you are not going to get any.”

Duke had had a few women back in the East; a couple of them serious girlfriends, but mostly just flings, or a floozy who could provide him with somewhere to live. The thief was a man who hated commitment, whether it was to a woman, or a lease on his own apartment, and if he could take advantage of someone else's hospitality, he would. It wasn't as if any of the women actually cared much about his infidelities; with the exception of Amy, his second before last, who was still probably hunting for him with a kitchen knife in hand. Cheating and lying was a way of life back home, and the girls were nothing but a little fun who'd used him for his contacts, and took advantage of his generosity, as much as he did they for their bodies and appearance. And that's pretty much all they possessed; good looks. Each had been

I walked outside the next morning feeling great. The bright vibrant sun shone on the freshly mowed grass. I loaded into my sister's car and we went off to school. The day passed extremely rapid,

Amir and I went to a park one day that harbored a pomegranate tree. Amir said that he was going to read me a story. I was a while since Amir and I had spent time together. Since the incident I’ve been trying to spend time with Amir and ever since I felt like he was avoiding me. Every time I asked Amir agha if he wanted to come with me to the markets he would always say that he was tired or busy, I guessed that today Amir agha was feeling a bit better which made me excited. Excited that we could have fun, like old times.

Again, the dark laughter echoed in her head. Shit, shit, shit. She was so damn stupid, so bloody arrogant. In spite of the sunglasses she wore to lessen the risk of overstimulation to her senses, the lenses were no safeguards against the weighted stares of the people on the bus, and Tung wasn’t here acting as a buffer.

Ever since Kenma had (reluctantly) agreed to go out with his captain, Kuroo, he had been rather dreading this day.

Piper made small talk with the neighbor as she opened the door carrying a couple of paper bags filled with groceries. She dropped the bags the bar and strolled in only to find Alex in her office, sitting in the desk typing and squinting behind her glasses. There was a half full, lukewarm bottle of beer and a half-eaten cuban sandwich with sweet plantains in the corner which meant that she barely move from the spot where she left her before leaving for brunch with Polly.

Mr. Cassidy was unsure if he should be upset or happy Louise had visited him. “That woman has nerves of steel coming to my house,” he said got to the kitchen to finish preparing his snack. After, he washed the dishes, put them away and wiped the counter. He was thirsty and poured lemonade in a glass then stared at it. His body shivered from the lemonade. “After listening to that woman, I need something stronger than this.” As he put the glass in the refrigerator, picked up his truck keys and out the door he went.

The tree-lined country road narrowed into a winding track, and decelerating slightly, Booker carefully navigated the bumpy dirt trail. Horshack’s directions were vague at best, hurriedly whispered down the phone in a panicked voice, and Booker could not help but wonder what horrors the young freshman had experienced at the hands of his elders to leave him so terrified. But now was not the time to reflect on the abhorrent behavior of parental bullying; his focus was on Tom and giving him the peace of mind he so desperately sought. If he could achieve that one goal, his mission would be classified a success, and then he could concentrate on building a friendship with the man he adored.

I put on my dress and look in the mirror. Hm I'm not sure I like it, I'll

On a gorgeous morning, with the sky being in a arrangement of shades of orange and yellow with blue being barely visible as the sun rises with its radiant golden shine going through the tall ancient oak trees. I woke up as always in my jammies being too lazy to get up for school. So I got my groggy self to turn my head at the clock and saw that I had 10 minutes to get dressed. So I jumped out of my bed slowly

whatever. He needed to be a big boy about it. And as far as going back—absolutely impossible. “It won’t happen, Sherry. He wants both of us dead.”

Un like the small gray barn owl this one's fathers were a brownish-grey color with a little black and white here and there and maybe a few orange tipped feathers. Even the bird's feet were also covered with feathers. Lighter colored feathers than the rest of his body formed large circles around each of his eyes. His eyes were a deep orange with dark circles in the middle. His bill was big, black, and hooked. The bird also had longer feathers that stood up on the side of his head that made it look like he had horns.

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