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Morning shuffled over the city, the clouds like discarded tissues on a floor changing from deep blue to azure. A few cars and trucks ventured into the streets. Far away sirens wailed. Grocery stores and pharmacies here and there began to roll up their shutters while reluctant shoppers in facemasks began to queue, six feet apart, watchful and silent. The shop doors whooshed open and one person at a time moved carefully inside.Olive, lying on a sofa, under an old wool blanket, saw only the clouds passing from the sky, as if an invisi...
I settle on the curve of a telephone wire and ruffle my feathers, for the benefit of the humans below. Of course mortals these days have little reverence for creatures they don’t understand; I’ve heard them joke about popping me with an air rifle just to watch the feathers fly. There was a time, a thousand thousand years ago, when they had more respect for those who came with messages from the gods. But that’s no reason to deprive them of the glorious flash of my jet-black wings against the bloody sunset. A harried-looking w...
Smog diluted the orange lights, giving them an eerie tint. The motor-coach rattled over the uneven stones, alone in the reaches of the night. From far away came the singing of drunks, riding erratic eddies of the wind.It is dark, and Thaddeus Grey watches the moon.He has never considered himself a man of mystery, for the very simple reason that men of mystery tend to know what it is that they're doing, and to an extent, why. Eccentricity, he has long ago decided, requires a good amount of sanity to count for anything. Else y...
Every Grumpling knows that the Everpresent Moon is made of delicious, delicious cheese.Every Grumpling also knows that this delicious cheese moon is very, very far away.A good Grumpling spends his days toiling in his garden of sensible, accessible Grumpling crops: turnips, rutabagas and yellow onions. After a time, he develops a slump in his shoulders known as the Grumpling Stoop, the sign of a good Grumpling. What a good Grumpling does not do is stare at the Everpresent Moon, wondering such frivolities as ...
In the midst of a warm September, a storm just off the gulf was brewing and threatening destruction along its wake. People were quick to evacuate that were in the path, and those few who stayed made sure they had supplies to last however long they needed, whether it be a few days, or a few weeks. However, for one family, they seemed to run their day as though there was nothing wrong in sight. With the path not near their...
The power went out. Great, just what I needed. Now I can’t get my essay started. I hear the younger girls screech at the excitement. It’s not like I could concentrate anyway. Dad comes marching down the stairs. He looks at me and waves his phone in his hand.
“They said it was a tree that fell down a few blocks down.” He walks over to the counter and sets the phone down. He rubs his head in fru...
The yuck-green, collared shirt-wearing man pressed a tired finger to the elevator button.
What a day. He heaved a sigh, looking at the ceiling light’s white reflection on the elevator’s back. Finally time to head home and watch a relaxing rendition of my favorite TV show. And then call George and Geoff and get them to watch that movie I’ve been waiting to see! When he had stepped onto the el...
“He’s running… he’s got it! He’s almost there! Touchdown, Cow-” the TV was dramatically cut off by a resounding CRACK! followed by the loss of power in the Landry household.
“You’ve GOT to be kidding me,” shouted Mr. Landry. “We were just about to win!” Mr. Landry slams his empty can of Mountain Dew onto the coffee table and stomps to the bathroom.
“Dramatic, much?” said Ella Landry. “It’s just ...
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Today is the day I make history,Today I will win the online death rally and become the new world champion I thought to myself.With all those years of hardwork ,sleepless nights and all the money I spend on my new g-force gaming computer i finally qualified for the race. This...
Having lived in the country most of my life, I always loved waking up to the birds singing in the morning, the rooster crowing, and the smell of bacon and eggs mama was cooking. The eggs were always the freshest, typically harvested from the chicken coop when the sun came up. At night I would fall asleep to the chirping crickets and bullfrogs croaking.
We had one doctor in the county. He had birthed most ...
THE MYSTERY IN THE MALL
Aisha and Ahmad are twins. They were well brought up by their parents. The parents made sure the twins never lacked anything especially EDUCATION because it is the key to success, the sword to conquer injustice, the tool for empowerment and the shield against oppression.
Nevertheless, the children on the other hand, also try their best in making their parents proud. Howeve...
The parkers are the perfect family you will find in town, unlike us. Our family is very boring and grumpy. Everyone knows what a good family would look like, but if you knew mine, you would be shocked. I wanted a perfect family, until that night. It all started in a lazy, boring Sunday evening. My mom was doing her yoga course online. My mom attends all the fitness classes in town, whether it is online or offline. My dad as usual, was doing office work. My dad is working as a business analyst, who even works o...
Friday was, by far, Mallie Owens’ favorite day of school, not because it was the last day before the weekend, but because it was show and tell day. This week she did not bring a toy or an art project she worked on all year, this time she came armed with something even better. This time she would be sharing a story.
“Alright we have time for two more volunteers today,” Mr. Lopez, their teacher said, looking tense...
"Mommy, what on earth is mama doing?" The little girl with blonde hair and green eyes clings to her mother. She doesn't like the dark, she never has. And tonight was the worst possible night for the power to go out. At least for a little girl trying to go to bed. That's when it happened, her eyes starting to close watching the Scooby-Doo night light, and boom, it switched off.
She didn't know she could sc...
It was December 13th, 1985. Christmas was not too far away. The cold weather had taken over by now. The streets covered with snow. Indeed, it felt that we were in the Christmas spirit. I was happy that day. I did not have much in life. It was only my little boy, Doug, and myself, Mary Ann. Yes, I was a single mother raising my son on my own. We did not have much but we were happy to live in the city. It was ve...
There was sun. Warm, but not too warm. It made the colours of the world brighter. The leaves filtered its light and cast shadows on the pavement that lilted to the rhythm of the wind. It was beautiful.
There were people. Lots of people, but not too crowded. We talked. We laughed. It was beautiful.
This is a lie. I don’t remember the details. I only remember the warmth.
I had made a friend...
“Now this is new,” Mom said as she walked around the tent. “I've heard of yurts and teepees, but a trampoline tent?”The tent was built on top of a trampoline, with metal support bars at each corner, meeting in the center above the tent. It would've needed better insulation if it had been winter, but thankfully it was only early Autumn. The walls were opaque enough to provide privacy to those inside the tent. A short, inflated ladder led up to the tent's entrance.“It's something new that I learn...
Playing board games on Saturday night with the kids was the best tradition that we started as a family. As Marcus and Courtney got older, they lost interest in spending Saturday night with their parents and their little siblings. The teenagers thought they are just too cool for family time. We’d try to play with our two youngest Nicols and Trixie but they felt like it was boring without their big brother and sister. The...
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