Keep Holding On_what tomorrow brings_Men, to Arms! (or Women, to Spray Bottles)_16 Years
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Keep Holding On
My hand reaches for the mask that still conveniently lies on the counter right next to the door.I soon change its route, my hand instead pushing the door open and I walk outside.Taking a breath of fresh air without a layer of plastic filtering it is a feeling I never thought I needed to experience.But it is the most wonderful feeling in the world.I walk on the sidewalk, the cars rushing past me and pushing the smell of petrol and other unidentifiable things into my nose.I only smile as though I know something everyone else doesn’t and pull up the strap of my bag.Everyone around me says that I ...
what tomorrow brings
Bryan couldn’t believe his mother was still trying to baby him. Today was his high school graduation and she will still fussing over him. He was 18 for goodness sake, he just wished she would stop fawning over him. In a second hand www.onedoor.ccsuit with a polyester tie with cap and gown in hand, in just over an hour he would be crossing the stage to receive his diploma. Finally, he was out of school, not that it hadn’t been fun, because it hadn’t. Bryan was a square peg, not for round holes, but there were no holes that fit him where he had grown up and went to school. At last he was going to be releas...
Men, to Arms! (or Women, to Spray Bottles)
“Is that what I think it is?”“. . . No?”A sigh. “That’s not supposed to be a question.”“It wasn’t?” The woman’s heels clacked upon the stark linoleum as she approached. The rumble of tracks behind them grew louder before hissing to a stop. Her jaw clenched as she refused to breathe in the smell of mundanity and piss. Urban development developed into this. Any further west and she’d need the two-dollar neon snorkel. “Don’t play dumb.”“I’m not playing.”“Clearly.”The near empty spray bottle clattered. It settled, rolling back and forth. The woman touched it with her foot, the tip of the black he...
16 Years
DISCLAIMER!!! I am not Anit-Muslim, I only said the following because I wanted to base the war off of religion. Again, I am not Anti-Muslim. This is just a work of fiction.I wake up to the sound of my alarm clock, telling me it's seven a.m. I shut off the alarm, sit up and rub my eyes. I stretch my arms and yawn, then look around my traditional Japanese-themed room. Each one of my walls features a Shinto shrine in the middle of a pond/lake surrounded by cherry blossoms on the shore. There is a bridge that connects the small island where the shrine is to the shore. In each of the four corners o...