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Jonathan kicks off his boots, fluffs of white snow colliding with the wall of the cabin foyer. This is his fourth night trying to make it out of this cabin to his car. The snow storm has been ruthless, hail falling on any poor soul that dared to travel. At this point, Jonathan wondered why he even bothered to try today.
He tosses logs in the fireplace
He tosses logs in the fireplace
and starts a fire, begging for warmth to fill the room. He knew this trip was a bad idea, but his best friends, Lenny and Roy, told him it would be the perfect guys' trip. They could even go ice fishing. Yet, neither of them are here, only Jonathan.
Jonathan checks the perimeters of the two-story cabin and closes all of the doors. He used to leave them ope...
Jonathan checks the perimeters of the two-story cabin and closes all of the doors. He used to leave them ope...
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Off in a small mining town in California 1901, a certain drunkard could be found every afternoon between two pm and two am, in a barely standing saloon. The old man had silver hair, wrinkly skin, yellow teeth, a tattered cowboy hat, and crystal blue eyes.
The man never said a word before nine pm, every day, he'd sit in
Off in a small mining town in California 1901, a certain drunkard could be found every afternoon between two pm and two am, in a barely standing saloon. The old man had silver hair, wrinkly skin, yellow teeth, a tattered cowboy hat, and crystal blue eyes.
The man never said a word before nine pm, every day, he'd sit in
silence sipping the same bottle of whiskey he ordered hours prior. If it hadn't been for his friendship with the owner, he would've been kicked out long ago. In the rare instances where he would speak while sober, a pile of pain could be heard in his voice. The only word I heard him say while sober was "another".
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Despite the man's ex...
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Despite the man's ex...
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As a brisk winter chill forced a shiver down my spine, frost grows from the corners of the glass. Snow falls like petals in an autumn breeze. I quickly shake away the cold to point out a glowing dot of light amidst the frost filled blizzard. With a smile, I point, " Father look, isn't it beautiful?".
Though I expected
As a brisk winter chill forced a shiver down my spine, frost grows from the corners of the glass. Snow falls like petals in an autumn breeze. I quickly shake away the cold to point out a glowing dot of light amidst the frost filled blizzard. With a smile, I point, " Father look, isn't it beautiful?".
Though I expected
my father to hold his signature smile, he fell further into his lone couch. As he interlocked his fingers, a shadow loomed over his body. Seeing his worried demeanor, forced me to look back at the ever-growing dot of light. As my vision focused, I noticed a hoard of people marching in unison.
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Again, I pestered my father, " father, who are those peopl...
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Again, I pestered my father, " father, who are those peopl...
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As I exhaled the laughter from my lungs, I look at you. We share a glance for what feels like a lifetime. I feel blood rush to my cheeks and I see yours do the same. While the world goes on, I can't help but feel stuck in your eyes. Everyone else's laughter fades to the background. The only thing I can see is you. It isn't
As I exhaled the laughter from my lungs, I look at you. We share a glance for what feels like a lifetime. I feel blood rush to my cheeks and I see yours do the same. While the world goes on, I can't help but feel stuck in your eyes. Everyone else's laughter fades to the background. The only thing I can see is you. It isn't
until someone shakes me back into reality that I remember where I was.
In my half-dazed state, I laughed, "I'm sorry, can you repeat that?". " I said, are you okay? You've been watching your phone for a real long time. To distract from my embarrassment, I laugh loudly, "of course, I was watching a great show". My friend, Ludwig, rolls his eyes, "whatever d...
In my half-dazed state, I laughed, "I'm sorry, can you repeat that?". " I said, are you okay? You've been watching your phone for a real long time. To distract from my embarrassment, I laugh loudly, "of course, I was watching a great show". My friend, Ludwig, rolls his eyes, "whatever d...
Are you going to tell me why you look so dull? asked alice. See this piece of paper, its crumbled up and people have torn it and it has become so small, now this piece of paper is worthless, i am like this piece of paper, i am so tired of waiting for good things to happen when they never do. voiced ray with unbearable pain in his voice. alice quietly took
the paper from his hand and started folding the paper left and right. ray looked at alice with a sudden curiosity that topped his depressed mind set for a second. Alice was done folding the paper left and right, up and down, god knows what she did with that tiny piece of paper, she struggled in folding some parts of the paper as it was fragile and crumbled. On...
Rays of weakened sunlight bleed upon the left edge of the desk. Car motors toil away only to be muted against wall, a sheet of glass, and plastic shutters.
A brightness shines at the corner of his vision, as he slowly claws toward the base of his glass of water, just his left. He summons the energy to drag the glass toward his chin, the sound grating
A brightness shines at the corner of his vision, as he slowly claws toward the base of his glass of water, just his left. He summons the energy to drag the glass toward his chin, the sound grating
his ears until the glass slows against the edge of the pile of papers, bending the edge of the papers. He tips the cup just enough to allow a stream of warmth to run down his tongue. The taste is stale as he ceases his hand from the base of the cup. The cup achieves its balance after a touch of water climbs to the rim and drips down the glass. Kwadjo groans...
"Damn!"
The same tree root caught Michael--again--sending him and his skateboard flying. He landed hard on the old concrete sidewalk, and sat for a moment, breathing heavily before pushing himself up. “I hate those freaking maples,” he muttered as he scrambled to his feet, rubbing his painful rear.
The gentle downward slope of the street might have
The same tree root caught Michael--again--sending him and his skateboard flying. He landed hard on the old concrete sidewalk, and sat for a moment, breathing heavily before pushing himself up. “I hate those freaking maples,” he muttered as he scrambled to his feet, rubbing his painful rear.
The gentle downward slope of the street might have
made a perfect ramp for skating, but in this neighborhood, the century old sidewalk was lined with big leaf maples whose roots cracked and created ridges in the concrete. An unwary skater could find himself thrown off balance and off his board if he didn’t pay attention, like today.
There was a hidden advantage to the sidewalk conundrum. The damaged si...
There was a hidden advantage to the sidewalk conundrum. The damaged si...
Prologue
"Call me Ishmael".
No, not really. My name is Steven, but "Call me Steven" doesn't quite have the same effect. "Moby Dick" was, no is, Tristan's favorite book. He always said it was the best and worst book he ever read. He used to like to read the last part to us, the part where Moby Dick destroys the whaler, and even though the sailors know
"Call me Ishmael".
No, not really. My name is Steven, but "Call me Steven" doesn't quite have the same effect. "Moby Dick" was, no is, Tristan's favorite book. He always said it was the best and worst book he ever read. He used to like to read the last part to us, the part where Moby Dick destroys the whaler, and even though the sailors know
they are doomed, they allow Ahab to beckon them on in pursuit of the great white whale. In the end, when the ship and all the boats are destroyed, and the sailors killed, Ishmael survives thanks to Queequag's coffin.
Tristan is a survivor, just like Ishmael. That's why I don't believe he and Isolde are dead. Tristan would never give up on living and he'd n...
Tristan is a survivor, just like Ishmael. That's why I don't believe he and Isolde are dead. Tristan would never give up on living and he'd n...
The sun hung low in the sky over the Kingdom of Sakai, the last rays of light reflecting off of the castle’s high towers. Princess Evelyn sat in the throne room entertaining foreign guests and local nobles and knights loyal to her parents kingdom, the kingdom she would one day inherit. The beautiful young princess was holding her own amongst the nobles
and foreigners, strong willed and stone faced apart from her charming smile. One would think she had no worries in the world not even the ongoing war which had been raging for over a year after heavy tensions with the neighboring kingdom finally reached a climax, below her in the castles armories a legion of knights was preparing to embark on a journey to yet ...
"Okay, here's how we do it ..."
A week ago I never thought I would sit here and have a normal conversation with my arch enemy. A week ago we were still trying to kill each other. You might think it is an exaggeration, but you should have seen us during the football games. We are both team captains for the only two teams at our school and they have never
A week ago I never thought I would sit here and have a normal conversation with my arch enemy. A week ago we were still trying to kill each other. You might think it is an exaggeration, but you should have seen us during the football games. We are both team captains for the only two teams at our school and they have never
been friends, never. But now that we are going to compete in a bigger competition, we have to bring our teams together to a large one to have the right number of players. I can't understand why the teachers thought this was a good idea....
Have you ever wondered what happens when you die? Phillip wondered that when his grandfather died, he wondered that when his mother died and he wondered that when his wife died. When he took his last breath, he wondered if his daughter was asking the same thing. But explaining this complex system is not that easy. When Philip arrives, he has to fill out a
questionnaire about how he felt his life worked. Yes, so they know how to do next time you go down....
Nightmares are interesting. You can wake up from a nightmare and be terrified for days or you can wake up with tears on your face. Some wake up from nightmares and are confused while others laugh silently to themselves. Nova has dreamed the same nightmare as long as she can remember, with little details exchanged every time. For twenty years she has seen the
sad boy in dirty clothes by the blood-red lake. She doesn't think it's interesting when she wakes her friends screaming on sleepovers or when she wakes up crying on Christmas Eve. However, I can tell you that for twenty years the boy at the lake has been dreaming of Nova. I think that is very interesting....
People trust me with their door keys; they should not. I wouldn't trust myself with anything if I could choose but here we are. I got her keys a few months ago and I insisted that she should keep them, but no. “You are my best friend, I trust you with my life. Why can't you have my house keys? " she asked. Although that's true, we have been best friends
all my life, she still shouldn't trust me. I know it sounds strange, but everything seems to be strange right now and it's okay! I'm going to tell you why I think so, do you trust me?...
Simon wasn't good at making friends. It was a trait he'd always tried to work on logically. He'd research what made other people popular and then try to replicate it. Needless to say, it hadn't worked. At twelve years old, he felt pretty pathetic for his lack of meaningful connections with anyone.
Then, a new kid had come to his school. Theo had messy
Then, a new kid had come to his school. Theo had messy
hair and he carried dirt in his pocket. Theo spoke with an accent none of them could place and looked at you with twinkling eyes crinkling with hidden knowledge. Theo was too weird to befriend and too aggressive to bully. Theo had wanted to be Simon's friend almost right away.
Theo's hand had been cold and dry when it clasped Simon's and shook it briskly. H...
Theo's hand had been cold and dry when it clasped Simon's and shook it briskly. H...
Abenon was nervous!
The succeeding minutes will put him face to face with his biggest fear - his maiden performance in front of an audience of five thousand fans filling up the grandest theatre of the city.
The theatre walls were decorated with his effigy. Banners were flying all around the place with Abenon’s image in a glittery hat and suit. Crowd
The succeeding minutes will put him face to face with his biggest fear - his maiden performance in front of an audience of five thousand fans filling up the grandest theatre of the city.
The theatre walls were decorated with his effigy. Banners were flying all around the place with Abenon’s image in a glittery hat and suit. Crowd
had gathered outside for a final chance of obtaining a ticket. It was a Sunday evening houseful!
Abenon could feel his heart beating fast as he stood behind the curtains pacing incoherently for the moment to unfold.
His parents and little sister were sitting in the first row of the audience. Their extreme excitement was brimming with the crowd chanting Abeno...
Abenon could feel his heart beating fast as he stood behind the curtains pacing incoherently for the moment to unfold.
His parents and little sister were sitting in the first row of the audience. Their extreme excitement was brimming with the crowd chanting Abeno...
Lucy Badura had a psychic ability as a small child. She could see things that no one else could. When she was five years old she saw a young Victorian girl with long black hair came out of the wall to talk to her for a while. She senses know that this is her spirit guide. There was framed black butterflies on the wall and she could of sworn they came alive
and there wings started flapping. This could of been more than her imagination. Sometimes at night she could see tiny figure's running backward and forwards in her bedroom. A tiny space ship with monkeys stepping out. Animals such as an elephant and a giraffe. Also a tiny house that when on flames. Lucy had forgotten all about it when she grew up but rememb...
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