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By Christa McCormick There’s no moon out and the midsummer sky is so clear that I can see the Milky Way. I love that name. The Milky Way. I can just imagine an ...
Taking a deep breath in, he opened his eyes and looked at the board in front him. Millions of posters in yellow tinted papers littered and tacked, calling for attention as they screamed their rewards in hand written and drawn clutter. But there was only one that stood out. Oldest in time. Biggest in size. Highest in rewards. It was obvious that everyone’s eyes were to be drawn over there. Just like his were.
Super Chicken and the Wild BunchBy Mandy L Cantrell About three lots between me and J.W.’s house was a growing side show made up of two trailers and about ten people, best we could tell. In a town with nothing much to do, this had been our favorite attraction during those long summer days. We were still pretty young back then; somewhere between childhood and real responsibility. And we spent most of our time loafing around what was...
It felt like being in a crowded parking lot, when someone way up ahead is waiting for that choice spot. No one can move in or out. Or forward. Only we were in the desert, not in a parking lot. There were no cars around. Not even a road. Scrub, dust and old rock filled our view all the way to the pass leading to Mirage, our destination. Oh yeah, it was stifling hot.The three of us walked steadily, but we made no discernible progress.Avery and Joe were my companions. We had water, extra shoes, sun block and our p...
The ocean was like a giant piece of glass. For days, there hadn’t been the tiniest breeze. The water was so still that it seemed frozen. Holokai stared over the edge of the ship, he was hoping to see the shadows of fish but all he saw was his own gaunt reflection. They had been lost at sea for over a year, now enduring largely on a diet of fish and boiled sea water. T...
It was just a normal day on the sea. The sun was shining, the waves were crashing against the ship, and activities abound. Then the storm came. It was far worse than they had predicted, and came upon us a lot faster than expected. And then it was all gone. The sea cares not about who you are or where you are from. I awoke sometime later on a beach. I must have been carried to sho...
A dazed teen, woke up in a hot scorching desert of who knows where. How or when he got there was an upsetting mystery for his head to be bothered with. ‘First thing first, where is my phone?’ he thought as he checked his pockets. Sadly, his search yielded nothing. This was the worst hoax of his life (if it was a hoax). Last night he was out parting at his friend’s house and this morning he woke up in the middle of nowhere. Out of ideas he starts walking in the unforgiving heat of the sun in search for shelter.Ash w...
Each place I make landfall, I try to find a telephone, a post office. Nobody here speaks English, nor appears to be much interested in my flail-armed charades, or the desperate sounds that come out of my mouth. I’m somewhere in the Pul’chi archipelago, and I only know that because I’ve traced the outlines of the islands painstakingly in the Aquiver. Their shapes make a map in my head: a map that matches one my father once had me draw, kneeling at the coffee table in our living room of my childhood.
June 8th 2019 My friend Taylor and I are going on a week long boat trip, I'm so excited! Right now I am finished packing. I have five swimsuits one bikini thats white with black polka dots,one is a pink and white striped bikini, and the last three one piece bathing suits that are all solid colors one blue,one green and one yellow. I also have eight outfits. I am bringing three sets of sandals as well. ...
“Hi.” Edward looked down at the intruder. Light hair, bright eyes, dappled sunlight, hazy behind the smoke of his cigarette. “What are you doing here, Milo.” Milo shrugged, squinting past Edward to the slowly darkening sky. “The power we...
In a small town is a small market. In the small market is a small stall. In the small stall is a small box, and in the small box is a small copper bracelet. Each day a little old woman sees if someone will buy the bracelet. Each day she goes home with the bracelet in her pocket. One day a little girl comes up to the small stall. “How much is the small bracelet?” she asks,
The sun beat down mercilessly onto Landon’s shoulders. With each step, he could feel the dry, hard earth crackle beneath his feet. He raised his canteen to his mouth and took a long, deep gulp. With each sip, he felt the water travel down his throat and hit his empty stomach. Right on cue, a low growl echoed from his belly. Taking the last of his jerky from his sack, he nibbled slowly on a piece. Only allowing himself to take the tiniest bites, chewing long and thoughtfully...
Mom and Dad have gone out to 'shop' as they like to call it but I know what it's really called, scavenging. They leave me at the shelter to braid more rope. We can never have enough rope, Dad says. I'm good at it, I'm quick and smooth. I'm good with knots, too, so I can make the ropes as long as I want. Sometimes I braid ropes faster than they bring me the palm leaves. I also know what those are called, fronds. When I finish the pile I have beside me, I chew on a too-short piece and watch the ocean, making sure the hot coals beside me don...
My childhood could be measured in Murder, She Wrote reruns. The whole family—minus my eldest sister who was replaced with our cousin—was gathered, as we often were, around the television in that twilight hour between supper and bedtime to be swept up in one mystery writer’s chase for truth. Was fresh from a bath and clean as a whistle, dressed in my favorite pajamas—an old ALF t-shirt and gold checkered shorts—and tucked in the comer of the couch underneath a ratty brown bla...
The sun shone brightly in the sky that made the ocean below sparkle like diamonds while seagulls soared through the air. Their cries mixed together to create a soothing background noise. To a group of college students, this only served to be a great start to their day. “Who’s ready to explore the hidden depths of the ocean?!” a particularly energetic girl with blue green hair exclaimed from the...
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