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The lights had been dimmed in the auditorium, and this was Melissa’s favourite time. Okay, perhaps auditorium was too grand a word for the little box room tucked into the middle of the exhibition, but with only the light from the projector she imagined it was her great stage. Then she could pretend she was presenting her stunning PhD thesis, rather than re-reading the script the museum provided. Sure the job was fun, but...
This is a story about the man who wants to kill you. I have my doubts, not about the man or about the story, but about you. I fear I do all this for nothing.
Listen: I would scream if I had a mouth. I have a story. So that is what I will use.
You have seen him before. He might as well live in your periphery. He is tall and seems to carry his weight in his chest and shoulders. He has a narrow waist and legs that taper down to small leather shoes.
Not that y...
“I can’t believe you live here.”
“I know,” Sylvia says. She smiles and steps aside for me to drag my suitcase through the entrance hall.
“There’s ivy trellises for chrissakes. Ivy trellises.
When I agreed to go to boarding school for my last two years of school, I really did not expect to face death. Bullying? Yes. Homesickness? Absolutely. But death was not on the agenda. It was something I had hardly thought about - and even then, it was something that I only ever thought about in terms of others. I thought about my grandmother, a particularly unpleasant woman who was undoubtedly...
Harold rarely read the newspaper anymore. Not the real, fold out while you have your morning coffee kind. He didn’t have to with news alerts set on his phone to deliver the most recent headline right to his device.
Today, though, he had opted to put his phone in his sock drawer. He didn’t know what possessed him. His phone was his constant companion, and rarely ever even in his pocket these days. He was ...
It came on all at once, while Nolan was driving down a dark New Jersey highway toward the woods. A feeling that wasn’t quite guilt, but adjacent to guilt. Doctors might refer to it as shock. Or maybe shock was the numbness that came before the feeling. And if that was true, maybe this feeling was the connective tissue between shock and guilt. At first, it was just a job. Go to the place, do the thing, don’t ask questions. And Nolan always did his job well. He never stopped to think about what he was doing, he just m...
It was Jason’s first time leaving home on his own, so his emotions were mixed with both anxiety and excitement.
Since his acceptance to Langford College, he had been trying to prepare himself for the transition into adulthood. That meant more freedom, but also more responsibility. His mom wouldn’t be there to make his meals or do his laundry anymore. His dad w...
After 14 hours or maybe more than that we finally arrived here in Tokyo, Japan. The center and the heart of this country. If we are out here for a vacation we would be very excited especially Cindy but we are not. First, we came here for village research, meaning...we are not staying here in Tokyo. Second, It's currently 3am here and we can all feel the mother of all headaches pounding our head because of a freakin' Jetlag. Third, we have to catch the earliest flight from Tokyo to Iya Valley where we are assigned to do our grou...
You have been put on a path, on a road. The only difference between this road and the common used ones is that the scenery is moving forward, and it does not care what you do.
Now let’s say you got tired and you stop, the scenery around could not care less. While you stand there, the surroundings are pulling you into this hole of ...
Kingpin Arthur is what they called him. Nobody knew what he looked like or how old he was, but everybody cowered when his name was spoken. His shadow loomed over New York City in the form of a sinister tower, one that stood menacingly at the center of the Manhattan skyline as a symbol of power and influence. While much of his life was shrouded in mystery, many speculated he had inherited his media empire from fa...
Our family would always go on Christmas vacation at our house by the countryside. It was a rather spacey, two-storey house beside a large lake. We would usually stay there for about two weeks' time. The place was just near the outskirts of a rather small town called Moresville. The first time we visited, there were already few people living there to begin with, but in recent years, the number of people there dropped even more.Of course, having said that, we went there again this Christmas. But little did we know that thi...
The metallic doors slide open, moving to the chime's cadence, signaling the arrival of my transport. My reflection is distorted by the steel as it's pulled apart, allowing me to step inside. I hold my hand at the edge of the cold metal frame, waiting for someone else to enter. No one follows. The doors are slow to close, perpetuating a forced maneuver, an onus task. I always get the feeling I should be anticipating someone—or something. The vessel craves more than one soul, but it only gets me. I move my finger towards the terminal of but...
How many minutes has it even been! Hemant Damle banged his walking stick on the elevator floor in frustration and pain. His hip bone seemed to have gotten worse somehow. It was impossible to stand any longer in this silent, sweltering heat and his hip was about to buckle any second. In the pitch dark, Hemant slid down carefully against the elevator wall, and slowly sat down on the dusty floor with a heavy sigh....
March 13 -
Cecelia at the Cecil Hotel. It sounded so good in my mind when I made the reservation. Now, I’m not so sure. I came here to get away. I’m known for playing it safe and for being mildly superstitious. I figured no one would ever think to look for me here. Unfortunately, I was wrong.
I have been here for seven days and six nights. Night seven is quickly approaching. At the best o...
FRIDAY 9:00 PMBonnie and Riley were having the time of their lives together, as usual. They loved to have sleepovers in each other´s houses but something was always missing, their dear friend named Greyson. This guy said that sleepovers were only for girls and that people from University were suspecting something else was going on between his two best friends. Nevertheless, Bonnie and Riley didn´t care about the rumors, they had decided to enjoy their lives fully no matter what others said.“Hey, bring me a cup of ...
News At Noon
By Perry Terrell
Chucky Granger’s mom and dad won enough money at the Golden Strike Casino to buy a house in the suburbs. It wasn’t the finest house out there, but it was a thousand percent better than the three room apartment they were living in on Mission Street in the city.
They moved next doo...
2200 A.D., Shimla, India:“Bappu, my friend lost one of his shoes, can you help me find it?” Five year old Ayush Singhvi looked up hopefully to his father, sitting inside his productivity cubicle. A red icon was slowly beeping on the flexiglass panel enclosing the father-son duo, indicating the end of their family interaction hour. His father, Parth Singhvi, sighed in resignation. “Where did your friend lose his shoe?” Bappu finally asked him, but his eyes kept glancing at the left...
Today is August 27th, 1997 three more hours until operation ratatouille. “Did you get everything ready from what I asked you to do?”. “ Yeah, I got the kid, he’s in the room.” “ Is he ready to do what we asked from him?” “Yes, he is, he said he was ready to begin working on it, but he said he needs a hardware drive.” “Get the thing for the kid now; there are only a few hours.” “sure.” he sighed.
When going through life and its daily tasks, it starts to feel ordinary. Dull. Almost like your own story is slipping away from you. A feeling that we all get to know, as if reality is a concept that is so easy to fall apart. I never knew that the feeling was so genuine, until my daughter showed me otherwise. I had just got off my job and rolled in the carpool at my daughter’s elementary school. While waiting in line, I turned my p...
Trigger Warning: Suicide
Someone once explained to me that life is a long journey. You take the path that you feel is more suited to you. Life is an exploration of yourself, as you traverse the deep canyons and climb to the tips of mountains. The discovery of oneself is something that should be pure, not interfered with.
But in everyone’s life comes a time when they are forced to take a detour they know is wrong. They are forced, pressured into doing something they know they will not enjoy. I remember ...
“What’s our depth?”
“25,000 feet ma’am.”
“Anything on the radar?”
“No, ma’am, we seem to be alone down here,” the captain’s brow creased in confusion. “Is that a good or bad thing, Arthur?”
“I’m not sure, ma’am.” Arthur stayed facing the monitor, watching the green line of the radar go round and round. The captain watched him a bit longer than turned to her brother, the second in command. He a...
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