Ginger_Children of the Dogwood_Times Like These_The April Fool
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Ginger
The initial jolt forward and loud clacking noise that followed integrated into my dream before the wind whipping through the door grew strong enough to wake me up. Opening my eyes, I had to suppress a rising panic at the sight of dark trees zooming past the boxcar as the train gained speed. How could I have been stupid enough to fall asleep here? There wasn’t a valid excuse, and I knew that, but I understood that I had been too tired and scared to think straight when I pulled myself into the car to rest and stay dry in a safe place.Mom and Bret had been arguing since he moved in with us two y...
Children of the Dogwood
Around her, arrows flew, long black hair waved behind the men, war cries whooped, and redmen fell. The girl's last words were silenced by the yell of her fellow tribesmen at war. "Daddy..." His kind smile, dark brown eyes, coal-black hair, and tan buckskins floated before her caramel eyes. "Daddy." She sighed, breathing his last, cradled by the soft grass under the bows of the pink dogwood tree. She could see him in the distance. She ran to him, her chest no longer hurting or covered in blood. She could see clear rivers with no end, fish of many colors swimming in the streams, mounta...
Times Like These
Times Like TheseThe building appeared to float out of the morning mist as the two rounded a corner. The friends had been riding since dawn, and the weather had cooled suddenly. After riding hard for three hours, they both slowed.“Stop?” asked the companion. “Yup,” answered his friend. “How’s your camelback doing?” his friend asked, as he pulled-off his riding gloves and dismounted.“It’s full. Down to one bottle though…should be plenty.” his companion answered. They rested their bicycles against a knee-high platform, their destination still many miles distant. His friend was checking the trail-...
The April Fool
In the office lounge of a Real Estate firm in Central New Jersey, James Pollin captures the attewww.onedoor.ccntion of ten of his coworkers.“And then-” James chortles again, trying desperately to let his words escape before they are drowned by his uncontrollable laughter. “And then, when he shows up and can’t it…he’s gonna lose his shit!” James Pollin, the farthest thing from an “office-prankster” , allows himself to gently sink into the waters of popularity as he drinks in the adulation of his coworkers. This may be just an April Fools prank, but he expects to accomplish more than just a few laughs. This ...