The Mission_From Dark to Light_Through the Tunnel_Charlotte's Legacy
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The Mission
It was dark, the thunder rolled off in the distance and the threat of rain was real. The wind gusted at times; showing flashes of true might. Despite the fact that the weather was threatening, it didn’t matter. Tonight was the night.Jason Cameron was fifteen years old. There were three things he really cared about in life: his Fender Stratocaster, rock and roll and the badass motorcycle that sat in the garage awaiting a sixteenth birthday that was only two weeks away.But, tonight, there was a mission. His entire universe had been rocked with the death of his favourite rock star, Jimmy Kist....
From Dark to Light
To this day I have received no logical explanation for what happen once upon awww.onedoor.cc time, decades ago. It was night time and I had gone for an evening swim off the coast of Miami Beach Island. I had felt something brush my leg and not wanting to take any chances head for shore as fast as I could. I sat that reflecting on what it could have been as I stared out at the night sky. Then my whole world disappeared into blackness. I didn’t black out; I was fully conscious. I felt something akin to a bullet shot through my brain but I knew that wasn’t happening. Then still enclosed in total blackness I he...
Through the Tunnel
We're in a tunnel, a dark tunnel.'We' is probably not the right word to use here. I don't know the three people surrounding me, and the don't know me. They probably don't know each other. I know I am in this tunnel for different reasons than them, but I don't know what reasons. We stumble through the dark, bumping into each other once in a while. I knock into one of them, a 20-year-old man with a polyester vest. I expect to feel the fibers of the vest, rubbing my skin, making a soft squeaking sound, but I don't. "Who are you?" I ask the man, when I muster the courage to. For five long minute...
Charlotte's Legacy
On 324 Boulder Street, Charlotte Bone, a fifteen-year-old, was sitting by the window. The Cinco de Mayo party around her was going to be ending soon, but to her, that didn't matter. In her world, writing was all that mattered. After all, it was the very foundation of life, or she thought so, at least. “Charlotte, please!” Mom groaned. “Put your work down and help clean up some. It’ll still be there in a minute.”Charlotte sighed and got up. She brushed her hair away from her face. “What do you want me to do?” “You can start by throwing away the tablecloths.” Mom instructed. “And do be quick abo...