The Ark_Coming Back_Holding Up._Suspicious Minds
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The Ark
“Is the world crying, Daddy?”Aaron stared through fly-specked glass at the grey, foggy drizzle. Ninety days straight, they hadn’t seen the sun. The damn fog had followed them from San Francisco. Nevada was supposed to be hot. Sunny. A desert, for God’s sake.They’d moved inland after Sam’s mother died. Aaron had always hated winter at the coast. Freezing rain. Ice-rimed streets. But, since the change, it was the same everywhere. Aaron’s head was stuffed with cotton wool. He was never dry or warm. The bed-sheets were cold and clammy when he crawled in at night.“Is it?”His son’s words finally pen...
Coming Back
When I was still in High School a few years ago, I had a “typical” group of friends. You know, the outsider ones that seemed to come together and become close just because they didn’t want to fit into anywhere else. There were, in all, about five of us. This story is about one of these friends, whom I will call Jane for her privacy.By the time we got into our sophomore year, Jane had started dating this guy. Let’s call him Bob.See, everyone knew Bob. He was just one of those jerks everyone seems to have an encounter with. Everyone in our grade, and even some of the people in other grades, knew...
Holding Up.
New York in the night, there was nothing like it. It was simply different, captivating, enthralling. The stars in the open sky and the bright bright moon with the numerous streetlights illuminating the streets.She stared out her open window feeling the cool night breeze on her face staring down from up high in her apartment onto the street filled with bustling crowd. It was 10pm and yet twww.onedoor.cchere were people out hurrying home, rushing out. Everybody had important work to do, had to get somewhere really fast. She liked to imagine where they were all rushing to go or the important work they had to ...
Suspicious Minds
I arrived on a Sunday after an uneventful flight and an endless wait for the connecting train to the city that would become my home. Now that I’d settled, somewhat, and had a reasonable sleep, I rose at the crack of dawn with a little more energy than the day before I decided to explore. The sun crested over the buildings as I looked at the map on my phone. The light shone blindingly between the peaked roofs making me squint. I took in the bitingly cold air and became alive as I descended the hill that my apartment sat on. As I reached the first intersection, I looked up and poking between th...