Real Trouble_Let Me Tell You a Story_The Cavalcade._River Night
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Real Trouble
Henry looked into the dusky night. Fireflies flashed. His eyes tracked one, then another. Mysteriously there and gone. There and gone. ‘Could soon be me,’ he thought. He knew his deep trouble. Could be life and death. Frenchie, in the driver’s seat didn’t care. No one understands when you lose your mind. You’re expected to keep tabs on such things. Not like telling your Mom you lost your sweater at school. ‘Where did you last see it…?’ Regardless, Henry amused himself. He kept quiet, though. Frenchie, parked the limo and idled the engine. He lit a cigarette and tossed the match. The coal ...
Let Me Tell You a Story
I lay motionless on the firm and cold mattress staring up at the spotted ceiling. It was a revolting sight, full of mould and water-marks, a small crack near the far corner letting a few droplets of water seep through and hit the ground with a small plop! The foul and musty air would occasionally suffocate me, leading to an unpleasant coughing fit, and the lack of sunlight within the room was weakening. I rolled over and sighed, squeezing my eyes shut in despair. Though I had gotten used to the gloomy cell over the past few weeks, I could still feel my back ache in discomfort as the hairs on ...
The Cavalcade.
THE CAVALCADE.Bridget sat on the edge of the sofa in her panda pyjamas, cuddling her teddy, and peering intently at the television, as she chewed on a fingernail. The early morning news was all about the President visiting her City tomorrow. Bridget had a crush on Mr Kennedy, although she wasn’t aware why, or what it was, at the time, she just knew she loved to hear all about him. Bridget’s Mother Clare realised, and thought it was so cute. Even Clare thought he was very handsome, in a President sort of way, of course. “Mum, Mum, look, Mr Kennedy is gettiwww.onedoor.ccng on the plane, he is on his way here!...
River Night
OneFeeling the crisp air seep into his cracked skin gave Jeremiah a feeling of rejuvenation, not another moment felt separated from the present as he followed the power lines to a quiet petrol station that shimmered in the streetlights. Jeremiah had received a message from a lynx in the forest that he should abandon his tent-dwelling, it was finally time to deliver his body to river man and his flowing hair, to be commanded and separated from his flesh vessel. ‘Find the first power station’ She said, in soft tones, ‘Follow the powerlines, the thread leads to heaven.’After walking for miles the...