It was the horrid alarm that brought us here on the long and perplexing road, which felt like forever; though, I wasn’t alone on this journey. The pair of us were heading home to Kansas from Nebraska. An urgent circumstance broke out as Chris's (my best friend from college) brother, Nate, had a dire stoke earlier this morning and he hasn't woken up yet. A friend went to check on him and that's when we got the call to come home immediately.
The dashboard of the blue and white 1967 Ford F100 Pickup read: 3:36 PM. It's cold leather chilled my back as I leaned deep into the car seat. Click here to read more of Crusader's Drive.
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The gravel and sand on my bare feet felt familiar and pleasant. I smelled the rain impending and the wind swallowing me. For a split second, I was neglecting everyone and everything. I watched the waves grow larger with a blank expression on my face; my emotionless state was awoken to a raindrop hitting my face. I glanced up at the sky and watched the clouds roll over my head; as I looked down to cover my face from the rain I noticed the flowers in the water being hit with raindrops. They didn't look peaceful anymore nor did the people around me; although, they were not at peace in the first place.
Click here to read more of Enlightenment. Your twisted grip on my throat,
It echoed the same message over and over. Telling me this was it, You were all I had. All my life I was willing to go through anything to fit in, even abuse. Just admitting this single truth causes a stinging burn to crawl up my nose and invade my eyes. My breath struggles through a closed throat choking back the regret. To read more of To Remind You click here. The Thing About Love
All my life I've been told to put my best foot forward. To achieve success at whatever cost and strive to be on top. What my parents failed to understand was: I liked being at the bottom. Odd? Maybe so, but it doesn't make me any less special or amazing. Some of the world’s most amazing people are found at the bottom. Most, some would say, aren't even special. That they wasted their lives on being and doing nothing. To those people, I say, they're wrong. To read more of The Thing About Love click here. What am I gonna do with my Saturday? It's sunny outside, the air is warm. But it's always warm in Honolulu, Hawaii. I take a quick shower. When I get out, I draw on the mirror that is currently fogged up from how hot my shower was. I want to go to the beach, which is not hard for me. I live on the beach. There are a lot of homes on the beach, so I have many neighbors. My home is quite small, but that doesn't bother me. It's just me living here. I put on my yellow bikini, my favorite color, my favorite bikini, and I walk out the back door and down the stairs.
Read more of Dream Come True here. A distressed brown trailer sits amid the small gravel lot. A chain-link fence rattles with the wind. In the yellowed window a figure paces around a small, dim room. As he pulls the hood back from his dirtied grey jacket, Liam looks into the mirror at his short, ruffled, jet-black hair and, seemingly, the entire trailer creeks forward as he leans against the dingy sink. He lets out a broken laugh. “I know I’m going to blow this-- this whole thing. This, this power. It’s my damn weakness. Now I’ve got the government on my ass. And for what? Because I can move things with my mind? Is that all I am? All I’ve become? Is it really a power at all?
Read more of Pusher here. I think back to the day when my family was reunited for one last time. My brothers came down from the Blue Ridge Mountains of West Virginia, my sisters and mother drove down from the smoky air of Birmingham, near Montgomery, and we had all met up at the beach for a day of enjoyment. I never seen my dad look so happy when he had seen my mom and all his kids running around. This would be the last summer we would be together for a long time. My siblings would be all grown up starting their own families and going to college soon.
Read more of The Last Horizon here. It wasn’t easy to live the life of Timmy. Born in an abusive family whose father is an alcoholic, and whose mother was an addict. You would think that things wouldn’t be easy for him… and you are right. The poor little boy would have his pink cheeks turned to red after complaining about the fact that he is cold and has nothing to cover his skinny body with for the night, or after asking for food before dinner because he would suffer hunger for most of the day due to his parents only being home at night because of their low paying jobs.
Read more of The Tale of a Mad Scientist here. Everyday, I constantly ask myself the same question. To the point where I recite it in my head over and over until my head begins to hurt. My mind is complex, but then again, everyone's is. Everyone's mind develops differently. My mind developed over an extremely long period of hate and pain. The pain of others mainly. I always came last because I put myself there. I couldn’t care less about myself. It's the people around me; the ones I care about that matter. But then, there are those who trample on me like a pile of sawdust. I am not a violent person. Fighting is pointless, it resolves nothing. However, my anger and hate get the best of me.
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