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Who am I?
The query of who am I seems to be the only question you can actually solution. Yet, when I took the time to try to parent out Who am I, I discovered this question is the one that requires important wondering. In wellknown, the answer to this question is that I am a normal individual who loves spending quality time with the humans I respect. In addition, I dedicate myself to completing my duties, and I actually have a dream of becoming a awesome character. However, there are such a lot of other things that make me someone. I constantly try to use each opportunity to have greater unfastened time for my pursuits.
By Abhinav Pandey4 years ago in Fiction
Cheashing To Dorants
The loud bustle of heavy footsteps clashed with the repeated shrill blasts of steam that spilt out onto the cobblestones in front of the rows of densely packed shabby houses. Homes that would soon see a loss of love from their communities as the future literally arrived to force them out. Pushing away the revered and old to make wake for the new. We huddled crouched together ensuring we would not get lost in the tides of people. My hand securely in the grip of my mother as we swayed amongst the knees and boots of our fellow passengers.
By Ryan Wilkins4 years ago in Fiction
Javier's Shuttle
Putting all his strength into it, Javier pedaled faster as the cold November wind blew in his face. Plastic cards clipped to the spokes made a constant rat-a-tat-tat. Around the corner was his destination. Braking to a stop, Javier hopped off his ratty old bike - a single speed, once red and black now faded to a mottled pinkish and grey, that had once belonged to his cousin Mark – and leaned it against the wall. Placing hands against the plate-glass he pressed his nose to the cold surface and drank in the sight. In the window, illuminated, shining like a beacon to safe haven in the soft glow of the strung lantern above …, the fancy lettered sign saying “MOST OF THE BEST, SOME OF THE REST” there it was. Shining silver with blue retractable wings; three actual rubber wheels on metal legs that folded up into compartments; red cylinder at the front with the yellow and orange ASTROMAN logo; tail fin rising majestically from the back complete with movable flaps and Jupiter Force Team insignia; three conical ports jutted out the back. A battery powered engine blew warm air out the ports so it would roll on a smooth surface. An Astroman Supersonic Space Shuttle. So close, so awesome, so … Cool! If only he had the money. If only Dad hadn’t got laid off last year. If only… Sighing, the warmth of Javier’s breath misted the cold glass. Absently a finger doodled in the damp cloudiness thus created.
By Andrew C McDonald4 years ago in Fiction
Southern Lady
It's a typical Wednesday afternoon in New York. Not a lot going on, just regular city noises and everyday hustle-bustle. The young woman on the bike is just sliding in and out of people and cars, like a snake in the woods having to navigate around trees and bushes. She's got the earbuds in, shoulder bag on her hip, head down because she's focused on getting to her destination. A couple of stops along the way for a paper, a bagel and a coffee, but eventually she turns down a brownstone street. She stops in front of a particular building, pulls mail out of a box, puts the bike on one shoulder and turns to march down a short set of stairs to the door of her basement apartment. These are just normal daily routines for this young lady, as she confidently moves through her world. But today is about flip on its head.
By Angela Mabry4 years ago in Fiction
A Jar of Teeth
A Jar of Teeth Teeth are funny. They mean different things to different people. Once, when I was younger, I met this boy called Charles. Which may or may not have been his real name. Charles loved his teeth. Perhaps more than what was considered normal. Skin was black as coal, his teeth glowed white, framed by his wide smile. Row upon row of polished white teeth crammed his mouth like pearl peas in a dark pod. I didn’t trust that smile, but I couldn’t stop staring.
By Cheryl Diane Parkinson PhD4 years ago in Fiction
Only special efforts to be particularly lucky
A video of her walking on the runway at Shenzhen Fashion Week went viral online. Despite her lack of arms, her confident and comfortable smile on the runway attracted people's attention and won thousands of likes from netizens.
By Jane Oxley4 years ago in Fiction
Yeah
Stars twinkled behind Shep’s heavy eyelids. He urged himself to keep dreaming as he focused on the dark space gluing together the heavens. He couldn’t remember the last time the night sky looked so dazzling. That, and to be whole again, standing next to his 32-year-old son marveling at the dancing flickers of light and color, was all a treat. The morning could wait. His wheelchair could wait. His illnesses could wait. He wanted to stay right here, and so he would, for just a moment more.
By Joseph Feduniewicz4 years ago in Fiction
The train ride
Fear tastes like you are sucking a brick and it smells like smoke. At first, she thought she was dreaming. This was not one of those slow-motion dreams. She felt drunk and wet. There were loud inhuman screams. Was she screaming? As she awakened, she realized the screams were coming from two sources. There were five individuals crammed up against the door of what looked like a train car. All five of them were screaming, additionally, the source of the louder screams/screeches were the train tracts, wheels, and brakes that seemed to be broken.
By Lydia Seales-Fuller 4 years ago in Fiction
