Some choose to toil beneath the sun Others choose to laugh, their tasks undone

The fallen curtain muffled the sound of applause. Jessie struck Brad with her bouquet, the red petals dripped to the ground. “You pig,” she exclaimed as she stormed into the wings, “You didn’t have to stick your tongue halfway down my throat for that final kiss.”

It was a frigid February day with overcast skies When Dad asked us to sit and cleared his throat to say, “Kids, I know this news will come as a surprise,

It’s not like everyone was having sex . . . at least Ben didn’t think it was. He’d never had sex, and he was pretty sure. . . no, he was certain none of his friends had had sex.

I guess I knew about Brian all along. Although he is five years older, we have always been close and never really had a problem hanging out.

I got my first guitar for Christmas in 2004. I had just turned fourteen, still on the immature, lower side of being a teenager, but with enough foresight to know that I wanted to play music. I was pretty late to the game though (or at least I thought).

Isabella Palmer stood at her window. Unutterable sorrow dominated her thoughts. The tension of struggling tears which yearned for an outlet, was building up.

“Come on son please live for us”, I heard my dad say. I opened my eyes and saw bright lights. First thing in my mind was “Oh no! I’m dead.”

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