AN OPEN MIND_Running Down A Dream_Forest Stew?_weird.. the title went away.. the coming of the clone
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AN OPEN MIND
It was a bright mid-day in Lagoon town, but for blind prince Johnson, one of the three surviving sons of King Warrior of Lagoon, it was mid-night because all he could see was darkness. But since the mind is like a window, he looked through his mind. He often sat in front of his father’s chamber, observing every movement.*From his mind, he could see the beautiful flowers in his father’s compound which he touched every morning when he woke up, and the birds which pitched on the flowers, whistling so loudly every morning. Besides this, he also saw the company of people who visited his father, the...
Running Down A Dream
His eyes exploded open to then scrunch up once more as soon as the harsh sunlight hit them. Mikey had had one of those dreams again but this felt more real than usual. He wracked his brain trying to remember every detail before it faded away. The lake. Sound of a boat’s engine. Voices. His best friend Warren was there. A close up of the T-shirt they bought during a group trip to the Mall last week. A huge explosion. A time – 9、15am. Then Mikey woke up… Laying deathly still in bed with just his eyes blinking at the sunlight streaming through the blinds, his arm shot out from under the covers. M...
Forest Stew?
He swatted at his leg. At this rate in the forest state, he was going to get eaten alive. "Pesky bugs," he grumbled to himself, "trying to mess up my work."Dense thickets surrounded him, and sturdy trees stretched above. The man crouched at the ground, examining branches and leaves and grumbling when what he found dissatisfied him. He only had the most special and premium ingredients in mind for his gourmet, super fancy dinner. The forest was peaceful, save for the chirping of birds, rustling of leaves, and, of course, swatting of flies. Thick canopies of leaves filtered bright sunlight, but h...
weird.. the title went away.. the coming of the clones
My parents were getting a porce. I got to be with two great old third cousins in Billings. They ran a Pawn store. It was more of an antique store. They were refined and their place was wonderful. Their dog's name was Thor a huge old German Shepherd. Anyway they went up taking me with them to a old cafe next to the drive in theatre next to the Rim and close to the airport. There they left me with the cafe waitress as the two old ladies purchased some antiques from the owner in the back. Me? I got a hamburger and fries and coke. Thinking and watching and reading. When in walked in a journalist f...