The Daisy

The Daisy

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She sits there every single day; books scattered everywhere. Apple and water bottle by here stack of books. Every single day she sits there not having a care in the world. She doesn't talk, just works. What amazes me is she never looks sad, mad, worried, frightened, just happy. To happy. She makes me so curious; I just want to see what she's thinking. Look at things in her point of view. I can't because I'm to nervous. All I need to do is conjure up the courage to talk, to the girl with the daisy in her hair.
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The Only

I lost myself somewhere between space and time. I repeated my name over and over, refusing to leave myself behind. But the more I decintigrated, the more of myself I lost, until everything, my name, Timmy's smile, even my parents were forgotten. I found nothing but black space and white silence. The longer I stayed, however, the more vivid the colors became, and then they began to take shape. After what felt like hours, I was myself again, strapped to a chair with Jesse materializing in front of me. I'm Stasey. When the aliens attacked Earth, myself, my best friend Jesse, and my "friend" Timothy may have been the only people to survive. We're on a quest to find other survivors and potentially save our planet, but to do that we have to avoid being shot, eaten, or falling in love. But sometimes things work out differently than we expect, and we have to make the decision: sacrifice ourselves for the ones we love, or the ones we love for the ones we can save.

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