Looking For Directions_Headstone_The Dilemma of Diminishing Dreams._The Price of Silver and a Fugiti
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Looking For Directions
“If we’re together, I would like for you to actually be here with me.” “I know, I’m sorry, I’m just scrolling.” “Exactly, you’re just scrolling. It would be more fun to hangout. I mean, that’s why we’re here, right? After asking it I was swept with a cold sweat of shame. From my eyebrows to my lower belly. We were lying on the bed in a tiny hotel. Why were we here? He was just scrolling. I should do the same. I should be on my phone too. But I didn’t want to. We had met online several months prior. I had just mwww.onedoor.ccoved to Italy for a relationship with a man from Naples. I didn’t anticipate coming...
Headstone
Josey was a boy about eight years old, whose name was Perkins, and he lived with his mom and dad in a small, New Hampshire town with a common and cemetery and Civil War statue. His dad worked at the car garage, and his mom worked as the nurse at the elementary school, and it was summertime now, and it was when people listened to Elvis sing, and not too many color TVs were around. Sunday nights people watched Ed Sullivan on TV to see and hear the latest acts. It was humid during the day, and people didn’t feel like doing much, but his mom would have ladies in to sew, and Josey played soldier in...
The Dilemma of Diminishing Dreams.
“You move one step forward Joeline . You will suffer the consequences. Did you get me ? You will marry the guy I want you to marry.” Joeline’s father closed the door in anger. “ But dad I want to do something more, explore in life, and will he help me in doing it? I don’t want to marry right now.” Yelled Joeline, without paying heed to listen to Joe her dad left the room locking her up. Joe was crying inside her room and imagining, marrying a man she did not even know. How can dad do this to me? Now I have only two options either leave the house and disobey my dad, or obey him and stay home li...
The Price of Silver and a Fugitive
Marking the path on map was easier than forging through the wilderness blindly. Eve was right (as per usual). Faxon didn't want to admit that though. He could hear Eve pushing the ink towards him in an unrelenting manner. The scratching of the table could be heard from the opposite side of Eve. Eiran was busy focusing on grazing letters into the already chipped wood."Eiran, please tell me you're not scraping your name into the table. That's the best way for us to get caught. We can't let the others know we're here". Eve spoke. Eiran lifted his head, but continued to carve with his rusty knife....