Dominic bowed his head to hide his face. He didn’t want his mug showing up all over the news stations. If his parents found out he was one of the protestors they would never let him live it down. They were not the type to engage in such foolery. But Dominic knew, deep down, that fighting, for what you believe is right, is not foolery; foolery is looking the other way at something that is wrong. This was going to be a night like no other. Dominic planned on watching the looters, finding out their tricks and finding out where they kept all the merchandise they stole. He wanted to help bring these people down but watching and waiting seemed so passive. He strolled through the crowded streets just watching and waiting for it all to begin.
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I haven’t taken a step outdoors in months. What if the virus is just floating in the air around my home? The plants are growing in my walkway, a walkway that hasn’t been used. The sun is shining, I should be outdoors. Is it safer in the sun or in the shade? Does sun kill the virus or does the lower temperatures? Is it here on the railing, where the postman placed his hand as he delivered my letters yesterday? Although I stand here, door open, sun shining, I cannot get myself to step onto the stoop. I’m too scared. (100 words)
Before the moon drops to reveal a new day, the raven sits and waits to see if death will be coming to call. This lonely raven caws softly, hoping to fly soon, as the sky starts to brighten. Tonight is a good night, the raven continues to sit, death is nowhere near; a quiet night is a fine-spun night of peace.
Brad was so proud of himself. He had worked for the past two weekends, up and down ladders, installing posts and brackets, to make a new ropes course in the backyard. The great thing about it, he had thought, was that with people being on the ropes course, squirrels would stay out of the yard and away from Marj’s bird feeders. He led Marj out to see the new course; he had a wide grin on his face. Brad looked over at Marj and his smile disappeared. Maybe she didn’t like the ropes course at all?
Brad, What is with all the ropes in the backyard?
Well, you know how you said you wanted to feed the birds? I saw the other morning that there were squirrels hanging onto all of the feeders and there was barely any food left.
And so you thought you would give them a better walkway to the feeders?
Haha, Marj no! I figured if I set up a ropes course the squirrels would see that it is an area for humans, not for birds, and they wouldn’t bother.
Brad, don’t you think they can tell when there are no humans on the ropes course?
Well, yeah I guess so.
So, don’t you think they would use your ropes course as an easy way to get to my birdfeeders when no “humans” are out there?
Well, then maybe it wasn’t the best plan but it is an awesome ropes course!
Not now Michael, we have to go. It is almost four o’clock and I have to make dinner.
Michael, please. Just get in the car. Your sister is already strapped in, I am just waiting for you.
Michael, I am not arguing with you right now. Just get in the car! Why does there always have to be an argument when we leave the park. You know, next time I will just bring your sister and get Aunt Martha to come stay with you.
spread (something, especially information) widely.
It was typical for Bruce to disseminate the entire podcast word for word. He always seemed to have the type of memory where he could practically resight things like that. I guess it could be a good asset to have except the reason Bruce was there listening to the podcast by himself was because nobody cared about the topic!
Veva knew the dance would be postponed but she still wanted to buy a pretty dress. She went to the special dress shop at the mall and fell in love with the gown in the window. It was iridescent and had flower petalsswirled around the bodice. Her mood suddenly lifted; she felt spirited and had more inspiration to pull her grades up so she could go to the dance without worrying.
Dreading the thought about the work she needed to complete for class, she turned her focus to the boy who wanted to accompany her to the dance. He came from an affluent family. His father’s family was indigenous to the area, giving her a dose of history when she spent time with them.
On the other hand, his mother was native American and came from the west coast. When she was growing up the mighty hummingbird signified virtue and peace.
(of a subject or knowledge) little known; abstruse.
Milly walked through the aisles. She couldn’t find anything that piqued her interest. The teacher had given explicit instructions to find a topic that was something that would have enough information to write a report on. So many of the teen issues she was considering had recondite information and she could probably only write a paragraph about each topic.
Beyond the broken fence post and far beyond the wall there is a tiny garden where witches come to call.
If you are to come here bring food and water too you may never leave this place the witches wait for you.
Sophia stood before the fence. She knew the rhyme; her mother had been saying it to her since she could remember. She just didn’t know if it was true or just one of those tales that someone starts to make someone else scared. The one thing Sophia couldn’t make sense of though is the fact that there was a little garden right on the other side of the fence in their yard. If it was only a scary story, why did their yard fit the story so well. Sophia just stood there, staring, contemplating whether she walk over to investigate or not.