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I’m shaken awake by the movement of the subway as we slow down to stop. The doors slide open, and several people begin to leave. I stay at my seat as I breathe into my hands to keep them warm. My glasses get foggy, so I grab them to wipe the lenses. My phone falls to the ground as I see texts appear on the display.
Dad: If you died in that crash you know where you would go 10...
Thomas: Nancy did you say Osbourne? As in 576 Loftus Grove Osbourne?
Nancy: Keep it down Thomas I told you that I could lose my job if the whole town becomes aware that Mr Osbourne has bought our park and his first item on the To do list is cutting down Lady Mary…
Thomas: (screams) What? He can’t do that, that is not fair Lady Mary is not just a tree she’s our own anchor for heaven’s sake he can’t,...
But they'd all gone. Even Andrew.
She tried to turn it over in her mind. What did they all have in common? Had something happened years, maybe decades ago, that had linked them all?
Dead bodies were not a common sight until this week. This morning she had walked past thirty-nine corpses before she stopped counting and started crying.
There was something about a significant number that was playing on ...
I sit upon this trainAnd stare out the window,As the gray high rises flash by,Making me ask myself why;Why do cities have to be so noisy?Why do people want to live in such places?Why would they opt to breathe smog, choked air?Why, when they could live anyplace, but there?Every day I see the same people, though I know not their names,Nor do I ask. They are strangers to meAnd I to them. I ask not, because they will never want mine.And I have t...
“How are you doing?” Angela asked.
“Am fine,” the lady responded.
“After we left yesterday, we were so worried about you that’s why we are back to see you. Isn’t it George?”
Holding her close, he replied, “Yeah! Although the doctor assured us you'd be fine. We were still worried about you. Thank God you are indeed OK.”
“Is she your daughter?” Angela asked pointing to a girl wearing a white dre...
I lost it all...
In the midst of the crowd sitting in the worn-out shuttle train, all her senses are shut to the noises, smell and touch in the train filled with people from different part of the city.
She had already made her decision, this world no longer welcomes her stay so she will sorrowfully leave the world to another place...if at all the place they all spea...
The Learning Tree
Brian K. Williams
“Come here, Brian Keith!” exclaimed Granny. “I want to show you something!”
“O.K., Granny!” I replied. I immediately jumped up from my toy farm animals and high-tailed it to see what Granny wanted to show me. I found her standing just inside the back screen door. As she sof...
August 14, 2006, Ms. Otis picked us up but however, we were in a such a rush that I forgot the folder with my ID in it. A voice told Ann to get quarters. (By the way, this is our first train ride ever.)
The voice did not answered.
"Come on, the train will be leaving in two minutes" said Ms. Otis.
It was about 6:58AM or maybe 7:...
Once upon a time, there was a young man who lived in a small village. I met him at the bus stop near my university. There he was, a young gentleman in a T-shirt. He had nothing in particular to catch my attention. At that time, I was waiting for a bus to go back home as soon as possible because I needed to write an academic essay on “The Natural Environment.” To be honest, I did not know how to start it. There were fears of failing the course and negative feelings in my mind. My situation is “like a meaningless pebb...
I didn’t see this coming but here we are.
Slowly, I rise from the pile of metal, shards of glass and the heat that was so intense my face melted to the bone. But, up I struggle to rise, with knees so broken, I screamed with the effort to adjust my stance as best I could. One hand was blown off, the other shredded around my weapon.
“Wow,” is the only word I voiced as I looked around the busted hillside. In o...
Past the horizon of the waking mind lies a land where the laws of logic and learning fail to apply.
In this land there was once a man.
The land he traveled was draped in night. Since the man was a boy the land was coated in a sickeningly sweet darkness that seeps into the nooks and crannies of the soul. The only defense agai...
I groan and turn my head. There is so much pain. Pain is everywhere. In my fingertips and all the way to my head. I try to open my eyes but whatever is around me is so bright that it hurts.
Finally, I can open my eyes all the way, and I sweep the room. Around me I hear a beeping and breathing. I quickly find that the breathing is me and the beeping is the heart monitor that is taki...
Etim, aren't you joining us? Tom asked almost unmindedly, "No!" Etim answered without adding any more words. "Maybe he isn't feeling really well or he hasn't eaten since morning" Tom thought to himself before taking his eyes off him.
Etim was in a weekly meeting with his friends. The group was about fundraising and financial support to her members. In the group, if you are a registered member and you had any event...
Alas, the cross she bears
He gave me two choices.
Door A had ‘Normal’ written on it.
Door B said, “Go back and try again.”
Now, before you assume who was the Choice Guardian standing in the middle, no, it wasn’t Lucifer or some mind concocted God figure. It was another version of me standing in the ethereal river of life, where tw...
“Big man is waitin’ on me.”
“No he aint papa, don’t say that.”
I hear the crickets. They sound like hell but their chirping don’t stop. It don’t ever stop.
Papa’s breathing beside me makes me want to cry. Every breath sounds like it’s the last and he knows it too. I have no one except him and the insects around me.
Over Jinups Seat, I can see the sun rising. This morning, it makes ...
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