Planning My 130th Birthday Party_After Prom_The Walk_The Wrenching Question
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Planning My 130th Birthday Party
Have you ever heard someone say, "Shoot me if I ever get that old," or something to that sentiment? I never understood that. Perhaps it's because I've always enjoyed old people so much. For as long as I can remember, my grandparents have been my favorite people and I'm more at ease in the company of someone 40+ years my senior than those my own age. My peers start complaining about mid-life crises in their 30s and 40s. I recognize the average life expectancy in North America is somewhere around 80, but I've never aspired to being average. My grandfather and I have agreed to live to 130 years o...
After Prom
The two-storey Victorian-style house stood blue and lonely on its plot. No neighbouring homes, just surrounding forest and a glittering lake. It was a 20-minute drive from the town square and the perfect place for teens to throw a house party. 150 teens, to be exact. Zora arrived at 8pm, right on time for the party, only to realize that she was the only one there, aside from the host and his friends who were finishing setting up the drink table on the outside wrap-around veranda."Um, hi, is this where Saint Joseph's after prom party is happening?" Zora tensed when the boys, twice her size, tu...
The Walk
Carol shot up in bed. She was covered in sweat and gasping for air as stiffened arms held her up. It felt like a python constricted around her chest while her stomach spewed lava into her throat. She looked straight ahead into the blurry darkness, listening, hoping for silence, but it came again. The sound penetrated her ears and she knew there was no avoiding it. She knew it was the darkness bringing her greatest fear. Her lips quivered as she blurted out the words, “Jeff! Jeff! Get up! Now! Get up!”Blonde hair rustled off the pillow as her husband sprung to his feet, reaching for somethi...
The Wrenching Question
The smell of mildew hurtles into Ann’s nasal cavity. She tries to move; her legs are stuck in their place. A groan escapes her lips as she struggles to sit. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” a voice calls quietly to her. Alarmed, Ann wonders where she is and what happened before she awoke. The building she’s in seems to be a barn-like place. Straw is everywhere around her, she’s up against a bale of hay. And there’s a tractor-like vehicle ten feet away from her. She asswww.onedoor.ccumes that that’s where the other person is. The barn is rundown, the planks of wood are uneven. They allow sunlight to barr...