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Thursday, November 21, 2019 - Fortune-teller
It was lunchtime at school. 11th graders, including Moria and Simon, were eating probably the most terrible pizza. Moria mentioned to Simon how she wished they had a warm pumpkin soup instead of a cheap interpretation of Italian cuisine. Naturally, Simon went off about the flaws in school buffets. It was a long monologue. Moria was usually a good listener, but today s...
The man who staggered out of the shadows looked an awful lot like Rasputin.He shambled towards them, hands raised in a zombie’s posture.The man had grey and tatty clothes, little more than rags, which hung from his bones. He wore no shoes, and his feet scraped across the concrete, naked and raw. Beard long and bedraggled, hair matted and wild. His eyes shined like black coals in his pale, wrinkled face.Steve glanced at Mary. “What the hell is he? Mary, is he real? Is—...
“And so, it goes…” Martin’s tongue stretched to the right corner of his mouth, parallel to the tie thrown over his shoulder. As he placed two more cards on the house, its shadow shivered on the table glass. “I’m self-impressed. Look at that.”Orso didn’t pay attention to him. Pacing by the panoramic window of their office on Purple Avenue, palms joined under his nose, he was running the calculation again. It worked. It worked perfectly. His neat fi...
It’s exactly 5 pm when I find myself waking up in a frenzy on a floor I don’t recognize. This just feels acutely strange. My head is heavy, my chest hurts and my eyes are puffy. Have I been crying? I am in a house that I’m not used to. Colorful and vibrant, opposed to mine that is all white and beige. Everything in here is so crumpled and handmade. Although, why am I here? What am I doing at a place where I shouldn’t be? The house has been silent since I woke up. There is no one here. Did I break in? Where are the people of t...
“Have you visited the Oracle again recently?”
“Well, what if you forget something? About, y’know…”
“Please,” I sighed with exasperation, pushing my hair out of my face. “I’ve been told my future since birth. I know what to avoid. Not that I’m so sure it’ll happen anyway.” My friend, Amani, watched me nervously as I hopped up on a rock wall, just trying to show how much I really cared. ...
My life is not my own. An artificial pulse of fluorescent lighting governs my time. Flick it on, daybreak. Turn it off, nightfall. Only mundane cues remind me that I’m still alive each day: the sound of footsteps prodding down the cell floor corridor, the prick of a syringe, maybe a hosing down of my cell. I’m not hungry, that’s the good news. No, they would never let us get hungry. So, even though I know what it’s for, I smack smack smack the grainy brown food I’m served. I...
The dust swirled down the hallway, fleeing from Emma’s swift broom strokes. A folded-up piece of paper skittered from the corner. She trapped it with her foot and picked it up.
Eyes open, it’s much later than you realized. Who’s in the house?
Eyes wide, you peak through the clothes.
Emma quickly tucked the slip of pap...
He plunged in. It was warmer than the atmosphere surrounding it. After laps and laps of swimming he got out, shook himself like a rabid dog on a rainy day and wore his torn shorts. After all a towel was not a necessity in skinny dipping. He walked slowly towards the shanty looking flats. The building was almost expiring. Mosses and funny looking weeds had surrounded the walls and even some of the windows. "Come in." Sai...
My name is Erika, and I am about to go into Stasis. This is my life story, written by my mother, Roselyn.
3rd October 2461 “Ever since I found out I was pregnant my life has been flipped upside down. The pregnancy was fantastic in itself, but the threat of a child caused my husband to divorce and abandon me. Despite him leaving me and taking half of our assets, I was left the house and all of m...
Beep! Beep! Beep!
Half-awake, my left hand fumbled along the rough surface of the nightstand, desperately trying to locate the source of the annoying sounds. Finally, the warmth of my hand came in contact with the cold hard metal of the alarm clock, and with a decisive whack, I stopped the insistent ringing. Sigh. Finally, some peace and quiet. I squinted at the clock, trying to make out the time. 3….3.30AM. Huh....
I put the shovel down, wiping the sweat from my eyebrow."Well, I guess this is goodbye." I said. The wind brushed against my cheek as I looked at the people I would never see again."We can always call, right?" Alissa said weakly.Alian turned his head away, avoiding eye contact.I looked at them, taking a deep breath. "Actually, I take that back. It isn't goodbye...it won't ever be, because a part of us will always be here, inside this box."Alissa smiled and Alian scoffed."We'll be here forever...in...
Through eye of local windowThe Train become medium of all salesman ,deafmen, beggars,handicapped, to hvae possible earnings, they strive to and gives space to them to earn. to beg or to stealing to pickpocket, garbage picker also uses train to collect throwing drinking water every day they also collecting from garbage bags or train luggage compartment by selling to scrap shop give them daily earning or wage of the dayLadies compartment also combed rushed by vegetable woman sales girl standing by the ...
(the mid of class)
Rose and her friends were going to get some water and at that moment Rose saw an attractive boy.
(Rose, taking a glance of the boy)
A boy who looked like he has come from heaven, his curly brown hair and shaded blue eye which resembled like a peacock's feather, was different.
(Friends laughing and fooling around)
She told her friends that see, see that boy looks l...
I was an ordinary person, with an ordinary life. I was young, carefree, and innocent. Until the day things started going as told.
Everything started going wrong the second I was born. The doctor passed out during labor. The nurse got my name wrong, and put down Lily instead of Lillie. I fell off of the crib. Two nurses were sick that day.
I'm a very f...
The stars. That’s where this all ends. Not just one or two, but an explosion of them. Mine is tiny and blue and white-hot, but it doesn’t burn. It’s refreshing. Cleansing, in a way. Like I’m being washed in a silver waterfall . . .
I awoke in the dark. Moonlight filtered in through the open window. A breeze gently toyed with the bounded curtains. Two voices floated in from the other room, quiet ...
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