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(Un) Lucky June
“June Li wait!” She is shouting through the crowd. “JUNE LI!” “No,” I croak. I’m out of breath and desperate to get away. My leg is twisted at the knee, but I’m still trying to run. I knew jumping off the roof was going to hurt. But I had no other choice. Seriously. My luck has been so shitty lately! I push my hair out of my eyes to see where I’m going. There--The lights twinkling over the Zhu Jiang River, the Dragon Boat Festival is about to start. If I can make it there before they light the floating Dragon, maybe I can lose her. I mean, it’s not like I meant to burn down her stupid kitchen...
The Vacant Chair
It was a frosty night when two weary soldiers stopped in the middle of a narrow, rutted lane leading deep into the Pennsylvania woods. The night was still, the bitter wind having died down and the tree branches frozen into stillness by the ice that hung from their limbs. Just beyond a little wicket gate stood a small brown house nestled in the rural county. Past thinly-curtained windows glowed the golden home light that both instantly moved towards without a word to one another. It had been a hard year; no words were necessary to communicate both the pain and relief the brothers felt as they ...
In the Shadow of Tragedy
I have grown up in the interminable shadow of a tragedy. There have been many times when all of us hwww.onedoor.ccave wished things could be different, but alas, it is not possible to change what has occurred by wishing. Many of the attempts to soften the blow of past events have fallen on cold shoulders and deaf ears. I suppose this is likely because many of the attempts have not panned out as planned. After all, there is a reason for the expression, “the road to Hell is paved with good intentions.”Before I was born, recess lighting was added to all the hallways of the family’s mansion. Apparently, th...
Hound Dogs
The photo flashes of the paparazzi were like diamonds winking in the sunlight. Even worse were the news reporters, who thrust their microphones like javelins into Michael’s face as they demanded he answer their questions. People thought that being a writer was nothing like being a celebrity, that as an author you were more like the men behind the curtain instead of the actors, but whether it was Michael’s inpidual situation or not, that wasn’t his experience. Right now, he imagined he was more famous than Jewl Haven herself.“Mr. Monroe, Mr. Monroe, how many words is your novel?”“Mr. Monroe,...