After Party_Burn and Heal_A Knight On The Town_Stagnation
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After Party
After the Party When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was a nerve behind my knee twitching uncontrollably, as if a fish had swum its way down behind my thigh overnight and become stranded, flapping, at the joint. The sun was already high and my mouth tasted like I’d been sucking on small change coins. I couldn’t remember anything of the night before. Everyone says, when you can’t remember that’s when you know it was a good night. But when the ragged edges of memory begin to piece together, fun does not fill the gaps. A few limbs lay in my peripheral vision. I thought for a moment of a b...
Burn and Heal
It is a magical christmas eve , where all places are covered with white snow radiating peace . The air around is filled with joy , happiness and excitements. Michael and Sara walking down the lane gleeful by the sight of children plying and running around and also the decoration and lightings in every house sets up the mood for christmas. They both were married only a month ago , both were part of a local rock band but quiet famous in their surroundings. Michael is on of the guitarist and Sara is the drummer of their band, On this christmas eve they were going to participate in a concert among...
A Knight On The Town
I gave up my job in the service industry because I wanted something more. I'd felt for some time that I wasn't getting what I needed behind that counter. I spent the last of my money on a horse and a sword and a gauntlet. Only one though, as it was all I could afford. I figured I could find myself a lance and shield as I traveled. There was bound to be something that would do the job. I named the horse Giraffe, because he had such a long neck.We sought adventure together and roamed around the county and into the next one. We crossed fields and parks and slept in barns.After a week, maybe a l...
Stagnation
A peculiar, steamy inertia dripped over the town that summer. Days resembled perpetual nuclear explosions of white-hot sunlight. Night seemed as transitory as a last-minute dream. Flowers wilted as soon as they bloom. Ticks dropped off trees onto people’s scalps, latching on with unnatural ferocity. Mosquitoes swarmed in roaming packs, biting anything that smell faintly of blood and helplessness. Movement ceased as creeks dried up, revealing primordial bones turned to stone. Odors of rotting, overripe fruit attracted flies half-blinded by ceaseless sunlight in dying orchards. It was the summ...