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The train ran completely underground for the entire five hour trip, taking them from the small train station and emerging indoors in the Hospital District. Rosa wanted to see Washington DC but she also didn't want to be disappointed. She knew it wouldn't look like she remembered it from years ago.
She held Fred's hand for most of the trip. “Do you think there's a chance this will work?” she asked him. She had ol...
Shana stared at the popsicle melting in her hand.The sun was beating down hard and was uncomfortably hot against her neck and arms. Sweat dripped down her armpits and the back of her tank top. It was a creamy strawberry flavor and was a soft champagne shade of pink that reminded her of the pastel shades of the buildings at home. She loved strawberry. But she didn’t want her stepdad getting the satisfaction of watching her enjoy it. So she just sat on the fountain watching it melt in the sweltering he...
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...
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...
Monday, April 14th, 9:56 a.m.Johnny Atlas leaves his cubicle and speed-walks down the aisle, past the water stand and the receptionist’s desk, doing his utmost to avoid eye contact with his talkative coworkers. He is on his way up. Up the building, up the ranks, up the corporate ladder. And with each step away from the bland walls and stale lights of the office where he has spent the last 344 weekdays of his boring life, Johnny feels more and more like he is floating. Now is his chance to escape the dregs of the...
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...
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...
I was on my way out of the hospital when a storm came in out of nowhere. It was quite odd, as it was a warm summer day, not even a cloud in the sky. As the clock hit 10 pm, I cleaned up my desk as quickly as possible without causing a scene. I had a date with my new neighbor, who happened to love Chinese take out and a scary movie just as much as I do. I had been thinking about our date all day, it was the only thing I ...
In the night, the streets in the village of Gangadevipalli are so bright.
Currently half the houses in the village doesn’t have lights switched on, as they are sleeping.
And half the houses in the village are having lights switched on, as some people are watching TV shows, and some are farmers - doing early preparation for tomorrow’s work in the fields.
It is 10 pm now, the power goes off. When the p...
The night was in its deepest phase; the sun had long retired over the horizon and it was one of those nights where only the slightest sliver of moon could be seen. Thick darkness spread over everything like a sheet, only disrupted by the sharp lights that hung over the forest and cut through the comforting black with an unforgiving glare.
“Joey, you know you w...
Trigger warning: sexual violence
It’s been an eternity since we last saw each other. Alright, not eternity but only three months. People might think I am exaggerating, but since we got married, which was 5 years ago, we have never spent even a single night without each other.
My husband needed to leave us for a few months in order to pursue his dreams. The Culinary Arts Academy in Switzerland required him to stay there to complete his studies. We could not go with him because I have a job here in Maryland. S...
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 ...
“NO, PLEASE STOP!”
Several hours before the incident
“Hey, Nancy!” I turned around to see Gerald walking towards me.
“Hey, Gerald! What’s up?”
“Peter and Quinn say we’ll arrive at Plutarius in 10 minutes”
When he stands next to me he looks out the same small window I’m looking at and
Says,” Beautiful isn’t it?”
“It sure is!”
We’re both looking ou...
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.
Hello, my name is Laura today I’ll be telling you all about a quite special day in my life. It happened exactly two weeks ago so it was quite recently, for your information, I am sixteen and go to Maple wood highschool. At first, it was a completely normal day like the others. I woke up, like the usual and got ready for school. I wouldn’t want to bore you with the details of what I wore or what I ate, there was nothing ...
Plastic light is a fitting touch for a plastic life. I stared at the flickering fluorescent tubes as the men in poorly fit suits kept questioning me. Their voices played out in muffled drawls. The room is made up of off-white paint, bathroom tiled flooring and sharp corners. My head is still in whiplash, a sequence of events that occurred in less than a day, yet stretched my identity farther than all the previous twenty-...
June 13th, 1988
I stand alone, frozen in the moment of my life I knew I would regret forever. Will you regret something if you actively participate in it? I have asked myself this question millions of times, each different time like a different lens I look at my life in. Another color, another life, another identity, or another girl. When she first smiled at me, she was electric, her eyes an icy flame as...
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