Steinbeck Would Approve_UNENDING FUTURE OF SOMEONE_Spring...At Last?!_Prankman Forever
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Steinbeck Would Approve
That’s the thing about this city. Positano burrows. I was warned I would never want to leave it. I was cajoled into experiencing it, dared even. My frequent flier miles and a generous offer made the experience possible. Would quitting my job be worth it? My boss did not think so. My mother did not think so. My friends did not think so. South of Naples and bleary-eyed from the overnight flight, I saw that Positano is one big cliff rising from the Bay of Salerno. The town’s one road winds, turns back on itself, loops around churches and villas and trees that have been here since donkeys determin...
UNENDING FUTURE OF SOMEONE
In the edges of an enormous city, underneath the gleam of a white moon, the cool breeze whistled through a break in Evan's window. He opened his eyes and watched the twilight on his floor, making a framework of four squares as it went through. There was a thumping right outside, in the forested areas, perhaps, or in his patio. It wasn't the first occasion when he had woken up with the thumping, or the whistling, yet it was certifiably not a typical event all things considered. He had first heard it precisely one month prior. He didn't appreciate it at that point, and he didn't have a favorable...
Spring...At Last?!
Even when Peach pointed out the beautiful Sonoran Desert wildflowers proving springtime had come at last. Ever since the girls had struggled to get through the cold days and frigid nights, springtime—which had made even Escapist gasp with gladness at its sight—winter had cost them many sleepless nights and insufferable days of discomfort and quarrels. Winter had been a doozy—but springtime gave Peach hope. But she wanted Escapist to care, too—because she didn’t. She was like a flower refwww.onedoor.ccusing to break through the ice and snow of winter, and then shaking from the cold as if wondering w...
Prankman Forever
Prankman perched unflinchingly on a ledge above the city, his eavesdropping equipment in tune with every cell phone and social media account in use below. Clad in black, with a paraglider affixed to his back and all manner of ninja-like paraphernalia on his person, Prankman clenched his jaws, ready to act.His thoughts flitted ceaselessly to his childhood, and the terror some people -- friends, family, bullies -- had inflicted on his psyche. April Fool's Day was the worst day of the year, bar none, and Prankman had the scars to prove it.He wasn't about to let anyone else suffer the way he did. ...