Broken Eggs Don't Always Make Omelets_Incurable Vanishing_How It All Winds Up_Rain, Rain, Go Awa
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Broken Eggs Don't Always Make Omelets
Throughout his youth in Elizabeth, New Jersey the mysterious John Wiwww.onedoor.cclenski’s actions and appearance convinced many of his neighbors and peers that his actual age amounted to a much smaller number than that displayed on his birth certificate or sworn to by his parents and other relatives. Noone, however, had any idea how the perception of his youth would carve out a future path none of them ever imagined.John grew up in a typical “blue collar” working class area of the “Port” area of New Jersey’s fourth largest city--so named for its close proximity--within about eight blocks--of ...
Incurable Vanishing
ㅤI first noticed the change when Amy stopped cutting her fingernails. We were in the back seat of the car on the way home from an overcast day at the beach. Our parents had had a loud argument in the queue for the ice cream stand, so we drove in silence. The only sound was the anxious, rhythmic click of Amy’s nails against the car door. My father’s voice came from the driver’s seat. ㅤ“Amy. Stop that.” The rhythm ceased, incomplete. Light from the window behind her shone through the overhanging ends of her fingernails and I could see the dirt underneath. She retreated her hands deep into her ja...
How It All Winds Up
I adjust my hair in the mirror. Well, it's essentially my hair. No, yes, it's my hair. It appears just like it, even if I haven't grown a strand in ten years. I just came to have this piece today, actually. But it looks so honest sitting there! They'll think it must really be mine, the audience, or else be too amused in my speech to pay such close attention.I'll practice once more. If only this mirror didn't have so many streaks, and I could see myself properly. Never mind that, though. Nothing upsets me tonight!I look around the bathroom—my old high school bathroom—turning left and right, jus...
Rain, Rain, Go Away
Harry loved life in Grassybridge. The town was leafy and green and built in a saucer-shaped valley. The houses were gingerbread style with red roofs, manicured lawns and bright flower beds. No fences. Great neighbors. Lots of kids on trikes and bikes. And best of all, great parties. The entertainment committee knew no bounds when it came to organizing fun events for the adult community. Harry whistled as he exited the highway into the approach road into Grassybridge. What’s on tonight, he wondered.Hello, what’s that crazy old man doing now, he thought as he passed the eyesore on the road. It w...