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All for Fame
A strand of hair wriggled itself from under Maxine's beanie. She snapped after it by reflex, only to be pushed back by bone-chilling fear. Of course, her hair wouldn’t fall – it was attached to her head. It would be Maxine plunging to the street fifty-three stories below, were she to shift her weight forward by carelessly stretching out her arm. She stepped down from the windowsill, back into the barricaded hotel room, ignoring voices and sirens echoing off neighbouring skyscrapers. A gale seemed to penetrate every cranny of her coat, freezing her insides. The lock of hair hung motio...
Dinnertime Food Crimes
First impressions: the menu was worryingly long. As was the young waitress’ uniform, but that could be forgiven. Apparel could be tarnished any number of ways both inside and outside of the kitchen, accidents happen. A five page menu was not an accident. It wasn’t just that it was long either, the big problem was that there was such a wide variety of dishes. From Italian pasta to American-style barbecue to Greek gyros (on a plate! Criminal!), the restaurant truly lived up to its name, ‘The World Wide Restaurant’. At least the wine selection was good.‘Alright, ma’am! Have you had time to look t...
A New Year's Eve to Remember
New York City was still beautiful. I heard rumors the iconic skyline had become nothing more than a few teeth jutting skyward from the bay, but I could see much of it remained. It was still the most beautiful city in the world to me, even in ruin. I had traveled over a hundred miles to stand here on the shores of New Jersey, nearly all of that journey coasting on the fumes of hope that I would find New York City at the end of it. I came from the northern forests in St Marys, where I was generally safe and well-supplied. I left it all to come here and remember life along the way,...
A Family Ritual: Planting a Tree
A Family Ritual: Planting a TreeStory by: Tchen ReactionThomas, a war veteran, was in the middle of planting an olive tree with his son when the neighboring farmer’s boywww.onedoor.cc approached them and curiously stated: “Greetings, Mr. Thomas. Hi, Kenny! My father told me to come ask you guys about this tree you are planting because he said that it wasn’t his story to tell”. “Hello Bobby, your father surely knows the story because I’ve told it to him several times.” said Thomas. Thomas looked over to his 7-year-old son Kennedy and back to Bobby: “Today, the story is not mine to tell but that of young Ken...