The Runalong_Jonas and the Duck-herder_A Trip to Hawaii_Empty Encounters
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The Runalong
The sun shone brightly that day. Had the climate been normal, it would’ve been a perfect day for the beach. The pearly-white ice, however, did not allow wishful thinking to outshine it. Rhys was perched on his look-out spot up on the rock with his well-kept binoculars. He had been quiet for a few minutes. “What are you looking at?” Mitski called out from behind him, sitting at the foot of the elevation. In his fur, Rhys looked like a giant owl spying. “I’ve spotted it again. The Runalong.” he announced. “Why do you keep calling it that?” “‘Cause that’s what it does. It runs along.” “Terrible ...
Jonas and the Duck-herder
Sweat trickled down Jonas’ back, quickly drenching his t-shirt as the tickle of droplets became uncomfortable. Jonas had always considered himself to be a healthy, fit man, telling anyone who asked, “The secret to my youth is hard work, and hard work is the secret to my limberness.” Jonas thought that was very clever, and he repeated it whenever possible. He knew he was a striking man for his age and was clearly a respectable townsman who people depended on. Thatwww.onedoor.cc must have been why Timothy had asked him to help build the pen.Timothy was not much older than Jonas, but his dad bod, beer belly an...
A Trip to Hawaii
Winter has long since been over, the snow having finally melted and the heat had fought the cold away. Today's weather would've looked promising if it weren't for the big and dark brooding clouds that refused to let the sun through their walls hovering overhead. Thunder wasn’t heard by anyone, and lightning, thunder’s frightening sister hasn’t been seen yet, either. So what was the purpose of every cloud coming together? Its gloominess brought lots of sour moods that day, but the day itself wasn’t ruined. Not yet, anyway. That’s what Kisaius’ group of friends chose to believe. Choose to say t...
Empty Encounters
This is not what I want to be doing right now. How did it get like this? All I want right now is to be alone. It used to be so much fun. So, comfortable. But now my skin is crawling. I cannot even think of a conversation, a word to say, a statement to make, other than: When are you leaving? When can we call this? Do I need to order the car, or can you get it yourself? But all I can muster is, “Can I get you another beer? Oh…cool, bet, yeah, this song is dope.” To your, “Yeah, thanks, you know them? I keep telling you, ya gotta get on ‘em.”It turns darker, I feel gaslit, you speak so casually,...