THE MAGIC WICKET_Strange day_Do You Have a Bad Feeling About This?_"I'm never going out wit
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THE MAGIC WICKET
THE MAGIC WICKET When renowned bestselling author Jerry Jenkins posted that photograph on his Twitter, theme for the request that a story be written in seven words or less, it opened for me that window of opportunity that only the gullible chases. It was May 26, 2021 and hopes were renewed. For me, any window can become a great opportunity to make my face known, even if it seems a little ridiculous, even comical; Imagine ?! The view was of the rectangular frame encircling the entire perimeter of my face, covering the hair above my forehead, none of the ears, which barely showed because they we...
Strange day
"Ugh, where is it? I know I had it here somewhere... where are youuu... oh, there it is!" she said, pulling out this old framed photo that had by now made its way to the bottom of the antique chest she had inherited from her great... great great... great great great... or something like that, whatever, it doesn't matter, some great grandmother, which she was just told this curious story about by her grandmother. Gazing at it longingly, remembering seeing her oil painting portrait by the staircase growing up side by side with other ancestors and relatively distant (or not so distant) relatives....
Do You Have a Bad Feeling About This?
July 2nd 3:07 p.m. “I hate you,” Noah said, fiddling with the knobs on the dashboard.I fixed him with an icy stare, even colder than the air conditioning blasting out of his vents. I didn’t have the energy to argue. The sun burned hot against my neck as the stare seemed to go on for ages. I finally broke my gaze and turned to the window. Cows and cornfields, cows and cornfields.I never thought we’d be like this. It was supposed to be a fun summer trip. Annelise, Mark, Noah, and me. Now it was just Noah and me. ***July 1st 12:49 p.m.Lunch was in a dingy restaurant. A small place, dark and spar...
"I'm never going out with you again."
This was not how I had expected the day to go. “Come on, we need to run!” He grasped my hand and pulled me up off the blood stained floor. I had expected a nice coffee date, maybe a walk in the park. “ The police are probably on their way by now.” Pulling me behind him, I turned back hearing the sirens before seeing them but not longer after the red and blue lights followed. I might have even brought him back to my flat if he was really perswww.onedoor.ccuading. “Are you deaf, hurry the fuck up or do you wanna spend the rest of your life holed up in jail!?!” But no, instead I’m in a police chase with a guy ...