Hollywood dreaming_The Point of No Return_The Lost Sergeant_Yukgaejang
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Hollywood dreaming
Write a story about someone breaking a long family tradition John delray wanted to be a star. Typical youth lured by hollywood he thought it was all champagne and women. Caviar and parties with a- list stars. Rubbing shoulders with Tom Hanks, bill Murray. Going on dates with whitney Cummings, Margot robbie. Parapazzi. Blinded by the neon lights he wanted to be a star. Ask him how he was going to make it? He would draw a blank. Like it was going to magically appear. He was a social media star. On instagram on tik tok he had views and followers. When was he going to realize that didnt meant anyt...
The Point of No Return
Turn the page. Don’t ask me what happens next. I can only tell you what happened the last time. The last time I died.My Life as Fish, as recalled by a silverfish, 2 April 2000Last time, I stepped off the curb, and a delivery guy, Orhan, Turkish, 23, recent immigrant through green card lottery, racing on his bike, speeding the wrong way on Morton street, to deliver an order of shish kebabs and zucchini fritters to Number 52, Apartment 3B, slammed into me. The first me, the me that was reading while walking and not looking, little boy Macchlu, also known as Fish, I was finishwww.onedoor.cced. On the way to ...
The Lost Sergeant
Everyone in Grout County knew stories of ‘The Lost Sergeant,’ a drunken soldier, who roams the desert on a stolen horse. He rides, according to witnesses, in circles across the county. His horse is old, the saddle withered, matching the similar state of the Sergeant’s uniform, still adorned with, now rusted, medals. Those who pass him certainly live to tell the tale. He carries a pistol with seemingly unlimited bullets but has never hit a passerby. He just shoots at them wildly and never, not even by a hair, does he ever hit anyone. Some speculate he’s just trying to scare them off. Some say h...
Yukgaejang
The regular patrons were present: mostly old Cheongsando locals, their skin darkened by hard labor under the heat of the sun. Hyerin recognized almost all of them as she sang in the makeshift stage at Mama Choonhee’s restaurant. Soft music piped in from the old speakers, so different from the upbeat tunes Hyerin was forced to sing when she was younger. Her mother had always said that her voice was much more suited to ballads.The patrons were swaying and clapping along while having their lunch--mostly variations of yukgaejang, the spicy beef soup that brought Hyerin to this restaurant in the fi...