The Red Dress_Other World_The Jouralist's last stand_Friday Morning
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The Red Dress
Francesca struggled to keep up as she stalked the woman leaving Sak’s Fifth Avenue. Weaving through hoards of pedestrians, she knew she couldn’t lose sight of the black and white shopping bag swinging from the lady’s arm. Her eyes followed the bag as it was tossed into the passenger seat of an ugly blue hatchback. Panicking, Francesca scanned the busy road for a familiar flash of yellow. Upon spotting it, she threw her hand out to hail the taxi, breathing a sigh of relief when it stopped in front of her. “Follow that car!” Francesca cried. “The tacky blue one!” The hunched, middle-aged man gru...
Other World
“You ever have reason to believe there are actually two worlds, ours, and that one up there. I know it is different, but how different can it really be? We breathe water, they apparently breathe air, but given the facts, we are basically the same. We are just on different sides of the Oxygen Triangle.” “What is an Oxygen Triangle? Sounds intriguing. Don’t believe I’ve heard of it though. This big push lately about getting prepared for big change, has taken the majority of my time. Do you know Old Starfish? He’s given us an assignment due just after Depth Charge Day. It is supposed to consider...
The Jouralist's last stand
“Speak now”, he spat with his hoarse and raspy tone. It wasn’t necessarily an inviting statement to get me to talk, yet I remained steady in my efforts to not collapse from fear. In front of me was a man of an inconsiderable size probably around 4’3, who had dark brown hair, accompanied with severe burn marks on his left cheek. As I gazed at them, I could tell the man was not fond of spectators, concerning that particular area which was at least then adequate. Lowering my gaze, from his face to the 32 inch bat, I was certain he would use it if I didn’t fulfill his request. It looked blunt and...
Friday Morning
I was 19 years old when I lost both my grandparents. My grandma, Mimi, had died because of surgery complications. My grandfather, Bobby, followed her the next week, when he died in his sleep of, according to the doctors, old age; but if you'd ask his only daughter, my mom, and her family, he died of a broken heart.That, and the money they left behind for their daughter, were the beginning of the tragic comedy I call my life.I turned 32 when my father passed away at 63, he had a heart condition since the day he was born, and although we always knew he would die young, it was very hard on the f...