March 2, 2022 In Cabin Daily I believe it's 340 words, you can fact check me. Also, I forgot to proofread. This is about my cousin ____ (not going to say her name) who went to collage and this is in the point of view of her mirror. It's not completely accurate just based off of her going to collage. Most of the time I’m alone. No one seems to care about me anymore. They let dust gather on the glass that takes over me. I just rot in the corner gathering dust. My once majestic drawings are now slowly fading. Sharpie doesn’t last forever, but I wish it would. It was that and the beautiful painting on the wall that reminded me of her. When I saw the images I’d remember the misty blue eyes that would stare into me for hours, attempting to fit in by applying things to her face that removed her natural beauty. I’d recall her long luscious strands of chestnut brown hair she’d comb every morning before running off, and at night before moving out of view. I’d recollect her chocolate brown skin, dotted with freckles. As years passed by, she grew and grew and slowly forgot herself, until all that was left in her drawings were lines. The deep thought, the gentle strokes, knowing that it didn’t need to be perfect, because nothing was, slowly faded. She began to not visit me as much. And when she did, she seemed frazzled and didn't stay long. Soon she’d forgotten me. But I could never forget her. I knew her better than anyone. I was her best friend throughout the years. She was all I’d ever known, and all I wanted to know. She was always on the handheld glowing box, never removing her eyes from it. She seemed happy, like that was all she’d ever wanted. Maybe she’d changed. Maybe it was only that she grew up. I don’t know. I suppose I should know. But it doesn’t matter anyway. One day, she’d left and never came back. Nothing in the room had changed since then. It’s been two years. I don’t know where she went, or why she left. All I know, is what the fading Sharpie says, “Off to Roanoke!!” I don’t know what it means, or why it was put there. Perhaps someday I will, but I am just a mirror. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- March 3, 2022 This story is based off of the three ice cream flavors: lemon mint ice cream, pomegranate caramel Ice cream, moss and lichen ice cream. I hope you enjoy! I had to put it in the Notes and credits. Word count: 509
Just another boring summer, Sunday afternoon. Sweat dripped down my skin, slowly, as if trying to remind me how hot it was. I was trying to ignore the fact it was 105 degrees fahrenheit in New Hampshire, and just enjoy my day. It was easier said than done. I was so hot I couldn’t stay outside for more than thirty minutes; and when I came inside I’d be drenched in sweat standing right next to the air conditioner for an hour. I missed the days as a child when there was a foot of snow outside. Instead we had this. Long, hot, summer days. From the distance I heard something, a tune. One that I hadn’t heard in a very long time. I rushed outside and down the sidewalk, following the noise. When I reached the noise, which came from a white van that had a bunch of ice cream cones on the side of it, I was out of breath, sweating even more, and my knees were shaking. Adults and their children were walking over to the van. Children were skipping, and smiling, and adults were telling them to slow down. I directed my attention back to the van. A window I hadn’t noticed slowly opened, and out popped a smiling face. “Come one, come all! On this warm summer day, would any of you like some…” He paused and did a drumroll with his fingers. Excitement slowly builded on the children’s faces. “Who wants some ICE CREAM!!!” It was very exaggerated, but quickly put a smile on my face. A line formed, it was complete chaos but nobody seemed to care. I ran over and got in the back of the line, licking my lips. It’d been so long since I’d had ice cream last. I read the menu on the side of the van. Mint chip, chocolate, vanilla, pomegranate caramel, lemon mint, and EWWW!!! Moss and lichen ice cream. After a long, hard, two second thought, I finally decided on lemon mint ice cream. I don’t know what it was about the name, but, I needed to try it. Soon enough, it was my turn. “Hello Miss, what would you like today?” He asked, a smile on his face. He looked very kind. He had dark brown hair, really tan skin, green eyes, and a huge grin. “May I have the lemon mint ice cream?” I asked politely, trying to hide my excitement, it felt embarrassing to be a grown woman and this excited about ice cream. “Coming right up!” He said, stepping back to prepare the ice cream. “One question,” he popped back into view, “What size? Large, medium, or small?” “Small would be fine.” I said, though I really wanted a large one. The ice cream took no time and was soon ready. It was a yellow and green swirl coated in sprinkles. Within the first second of trying it, I knew it was perfect. A sour flavor flooded my mouth for a second, then, a mint took over. Somehow, the aftertaste was sweet.
