Rescuing the Dead_Stranger At The Playground_It's Not Working Out_The Murder of Jonathan De Fran
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Rescuing the Dead
My mouth fell open as a wooden coffin floated past my boat. At first, I thought it was my imagination, but nope—there it was! A sudden wave prodded the coffin against the hull with a heavy thump. I hope it didn't scrape my Irony!With no one around for miles, I managed to wrangle the coffin onto the ping platform of my small boat after an exhausting thirty-five minutes of pushing and pulling.I slumped down on the floor, my muscles aching from the strain of rescuing this…what? A stupid coffin? Someone's dead relative? How did it happen? Had it fallen off a ship during transport?Secretly, I hoped...
Stranger At The Playground
I dont remember exactly how old I was at that time, five, maybe six with not a care in the world during the summer of '62 when life was supposed to be simple compared to these days. Post-war times, mom's stayed at home raising their kids while the dad's went off to work diligently expecting supper on the table every night at six sharp. Growing up in the small town of Morris, Minnesota everyone knew everybody that was inevitable. Of course we lived right across from the school's playground where swings sat waiting for children to come. School ended and we excitedly came to the park on cool July...
It's Not Working Out
I fiddle in my seat, adjusting my skirt to stop it from riding up. The smell of fresh coffee grinds wafting through the air soothes me slightly and I breathe them deep into my lungs hoping they can help more. I have never been on a date let alone a blind one. That is not to say I have never been in a relationship; only that none of those necessarily started with a date. I glance down at my phone for something to do and notice that it is already 4:30 which is latwww.onedoor.ccer than I usually like to drink coffee. I look around the café hoping to lock eyes with someone who is also looking for me, but the o...
The Murder of Jonathan De Franco
*Knock knock* She got of her couch, and looked through the eye hole. There was a man who didn't look like a postman or a delivery guy. He knocked again and again. He had a suit on and dashed right in as soon as she opened the door. "Hey what the hell?" she angrily followed him. "Who are you?" "Get out!" she kept yelling.The guy shut the door, then rushed towards the windows in the living room and slammed them shut too. "I'm gonna call the police!" she picked up the telephone. He walked across, disconnected the television plug and the telephone wire. "What are you doing?" she picked up a f...