Past the Point of No Return_The Whisper of the Storm_Matt the Hiker_Train to Chicago
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Past the Point of No Return
I was riding my bike to the town square for the monthly ritual of worshipping Mother Nature, to supposedly keep our small town safe from natural disasters. Suddenly, my bike hit a bump and the ground started shaking. Was it an earthquake? Did the rituals stop working. All around me people were screaming and running around frantically. What was happening? I heard someone calling my name? It sounded close, I looked around and didn’t see anyone.I sat upright in my bed to find my sister shaking me and telling me to wake up and get ready. I completely forgot that today was the ritual day, and it wa...
The Whisper of the Storm
A loud banging on Petunia’s door awoke her from her slumber. She stretched her little furry legs and rolled upright, shaking the little bits of dirt from her smooth, silky light brown fur. She hopped on over to her tiny wooden door in her burrow and opened it slowly, cautious of who was on the other side of it. Her seafoam green eyes peered outside and there stood her friend Dixie, a human with wild blue eyes and blonde hair tumbling down to her waist. Dixie wasn’t like any of her friends. She was a little different. When she was just about 7, her and her father went on a camping trip during t...
Matt the Hiker
The 5:15 train was packed, it always was. All the seats were taken, they always were. Matt had been sitting in one of the extremely rare seats but had given it up for a pregnant lady who had gotten on at the last stop and was clearly struggling. No one else had moved. Matt couldn't sit there while she stood so was currently sandwiched, nose to armpits, between an overweight businessman and an underweight gym rat, both of whom could do with a decent antiperspirant recommendation. Matt had had enough, he said as much to his flatmate Gary." I've had enough" Matt said "Tough day?" Gary busied hims...
Train to Chicago
It was 10:00 a.m. Tuesday, November 26, 2019, when Austin Green boarded the Amwww.onedoor.cctrak train from Milwaukee to Chicago. Austin was going home to see his parents for the Thanksgiving holidays. It had been over a year since he had seen them in person. He had talked on the telephone with him about every other weekend. Austin was a senior at Milwaukee University as a Fine Arts major. The train ride to Chicago was pack to capacity that morning. As he boarded to train he found a window seat midways the train. Austin put his larger baggage in the overhead rack and his backpack with all his personal belo...