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The other side was as mysterious as ever. Separated only by a dirty-white picket fence, I doubt it can keep anything out. But I knew that wasn't true. Ever since we moved here, beside that strange lot, neighbors have been warning my family and I about it. They said that ever since the original house burned down in a fire, it has been haunted. But despite all those cautions, something about it lured me to it. I pushed myself over the fence and looked back at our house, staring, readying myself as I enter the dangerous land.
The land was isolated from civilization. A perfect place to settle down from the rushing world. Even though the people here are have a scarcity of food and water, they get to live by. They get along with what they have, and order was always observed. Their leader, a dark man marked with tribal feathers, always solved his people's problems by calling up small gatherings and meetings. All in all, this place is a break from the modern world, where things like chaos and war exist.
I rapped my knuckles on the wooden door, trepidation burning inside me. I haven't seen him in months; I wonder what had happened. He has been ill for how long now... I wonder how he looks like now...
The answer came in quickly, a squeaky noise cutting through the silence of the hospital corridors. I tried to take a peek inside, but I could only see white walls and white furniture.
"Ma'am?" A high-pitched voice asked, her bright eyes barely visible from the tangles of her auburn hair.
"Yes, dear. May I come in?" The little girl opened the door all the way, revealing the dead-white room where he lay.
My eyes were immediately set on him, his frail body emitting a small shriek from me.
Mean. That's the word that can sum up her personality.
There's this famous saying that you would never be disappointed if you never expected things to happen in the first place. I know that that's true. Disappointments and expectations are the same, they both hurt. No matter how hard you try to think of not getting your hopes up, it will still happen. It's inevitable.
It was yet another Saturday of my summer. And another day of chores. Ever since summer started, nothing interesting has happened. My friends are all out of the country, so I had no one to go to. Our internet was also down since our connection was horrible, so when I told this predicament to my parents, they immediately assigned me to do chores. Boring old chores. But hey, at least it's something to do.
*Truly fictional.
The little bird was gliding through the clear sky, looking for a place to stop and rest. The grass below was dotted with leafy trees, but none was attracting the little bird's eye. Finally, he found it, just a few meters away from where he was now. He folded his wings and dropped to the target. Within a few seconds of diving, the bird was already near the woody branch.
A crisp clack of claws marked the arrival of the little bird, who was now perched happily on the branch.
*Hahah, all right. I made a mistake with the stem-branch thing.
There was an old man on the other side of the street, waiting patiently for the cars to stop zooming in. Just as the stoplight turned red, I expected the elderly man to start walking, but he stood frozen on his spot. Perplexed, I crossed the street and joined him. Just as I reached the pavement, the spotlight turned green. I waited for it to turn red again, and it did. But this time, I helped the old man get to the other side, with my hands clasped gently yet firmly on his arms.
"Thank you." He rasped.
I watched in awe as my friend, Lily, carefully constructed a paper crane origami out of black construction paper. Her eyes were set in concentration, her long braid falling over her face. A few more folds and the paper crane was done, it's beautiful ink-blank shade casting a strange aura around it.
"It's beautiful." I whispered. At that moment, Lily pulled the crane's tail slightly. The other people who were watching gasped in response as its wings flapped suddenly.
"Thank you." She said, smiling.
The Christmas lights on the fir tree were blinking dimly in the dark room, casting off a dull glow on the carpet. A little boy dressed in his blue pajamas ran towards the tree, giggling as he did so. His parents came after him, smiling and looking down at him as he started rifling through the stacks of gifts.
Soon, the little boy had opened all of his presents, all given to him by this so-called "Santa Claus."
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