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Searching My Soul
It has been 20 years since I was in high school and I had not thought about it till the day that changed my life. A mysterious drone arrived at my door. I thought oh a gift for the holidays. Sadly it was not. What it concealed were pictures of boys whom I had bullied in high school. I was forced to deal with the massive guilt of my conscience. Sure, every now and then I lost my temper with people. I had left my girlfriend because she was too clingy, even said a lot of hurtful things. I never donated to charity and would rather throw food I didn’t want then donate it to a food bank.
By Sid Aaron Hirji3 years ago in Fiction
Box?
EL Supervisor was walking at night during "homeless tour" down the popular historic pacific coast 🛣️ highway. When he suddenly heard an angelic sounding ringing as he got closer to a normal looking carton box 📦 in the middle of the road. A flickering street light lit up this mystery normal looking seal carton box with no labels, logos or packaging of any kind to identify who it belong to or what contents it might have inside. Immensely eager and curious to find out what was making the sound. He try to open it with his blunt box cutter knife, 🔪 but to his surprise the box rattle like if it contain a trap 🪤 wild animal. The ringing noise slowly began fading away while icy noctilucent clouds clear out the darken purplelish night sky 🌌 to make room for the gigantic Blood 🩸 moon eclipse happening.
By Jose Elias3 years ago in Fiction
The White Christmas
Am I prepared for this Christmas? I am aware that many people have been anticipating their Christmas gifts since the beginning of the cold season. We dive headfirst into the holiday shopping season, searching high and low for the most thoughtful presents to give to our loved ones. Having a cup of coffee in the snow is a match made in heaven.
By Hazel Paradise3 years ago in Fiction
