Stories from an Empty Classroom

Setting

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The sun was just peeking over the horizon, but its reflection on the water made it seem all there. The purple coloured waves lapped at his ankles, kissing them and the shoreline before disappearing only to come running back seconds later. The sand was shining from where he stood. Bits of glass that had eroded over time made the beach look like a ballroom chandelier. Lawrence looked out over the sea, glasses speckled with ocean water and tears. The beach was empty, no-one could judge him for the tears falling to the sand.

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The yellow church stood out from the buildings around it... or lack-there-of. It actually stood alone on the street, save for the river that ran behind it. It wasn't as though nobody wanted to build there, it's that they couldn't. The church was an odd, circular thing, taking up most of the already small culdesac. The only free land housed the river, but nobody could touch it without facing the wrath of the woodland animals from the forest behind it. So the church stood alone. Yellow sides, black roof and door, white trimmings, it looked nice, nobody could say it didn't, it was just out of place. But it was never empty. No, children, adults, infants, there was always someone there, at all hours of the day. Sometimes there would be people sleeping there, other times there were kids playing hide and seek in its many rooms and hallways, sometimes they were playing in the river behind it. The yellow church inspired happiness around it. It looked happy, it was surrounded by happy, it was happy. A weird concept, sure, but the yellow house looked like it was constantly smiling, and though I'd never been there myself, It made me smile every time I passed.

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As she walked down the garden path, she took in her scenery. Blood red roses to her left, snow white roses to her right. If you looked beyond, the white took on the appearance of a greyscale. The red seemed to get darker as well if it was even possible. Trees were lining the flower beds, tall Willows, their hanging leaves created shade where shade was needed. Everything about the place was perfection, she adored every bit of it. When she got to the middle of the greenhouse, a fountain stood proud, spouting rosewater out of rose-shaped spouts into the rose-coloured pool below. The smell was heavenly, and she felt the urge to stay forever.