Plastic Light_A brand new beginning_My will to drive_Letting It Go
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Plastic Light
Plastic light is a fitting touch for a plastic life. I stared at the flickering fluorescent tubes as the men in poorly fit suits kept questioning me. Their voices played out in muffled drawls. The room is made up of off-white paint, bathroom tiled flooring and sharp corners. My head is still in whiplash, a sequence of events that occurred in less than a day, yet stretched my identity farther than all the previous twenty-four years of my life combined.“Nathan? Sir!”, one man reached over snapping his fingers, “Let’s get this all straightened out lad, we want to hear your story, we are here for ...
A brand new beginning
I saw the shadows playing behind the curtain and had to breathe before exiting my Toyota. “Deep breaths, Jackie.” I muttered. Thanksgiving was a huge event for my family, turkey being the family business, but this year would be different. As the oldest, I felt the weight clinging to me, like cinder blocks looped around my shoulders. Pops wouldn’t understand. I’d wait until he was fat and filled with food before my revelation. The act of pulling myself from my car to my full 5’11 height had me feeling like a senior citizen despite having just entered my 20’s. My college le...
My will to drive
Another morning, looking at the letters I got today. It seems I got something from someone I have no idea who it is, probably some scam. I open it up, wondering what Nigerian prince couldn't get e-mail, and saw a letter and a will. Dear Margo, You may not remember me from the family reunions, but I am your uncle. I always admired your talents in storytelling. Yes, I knew the things you were saying were not true, but something you made up. Everyone else might have been fooled about your boyfriend in Canada, but not me. I thought, when I die I will make sure you gets the education you need to be...
Letting It Go
The cold winter air wraps around me like a cleansing blanket. The magic of Christmas surrounds us, mesmerizing in its beauty. Gold's and silver's line tall, thick pine trees. Lights twinkle and dance on buildings, wrapping their way down tree trunks and up poles. I grin at my sister, a child-like giddy overcoming me. There's nothing I love more than the Christmas season. My sister, on the other hand, believes Christmas to be a ploy for big companies to steal citizens' money. Her long, thick black hair whips around her with the biting wind. Her expression is www.onedoor.ccstoic as we stride purposefully towa...