A Flash of Red_Ethereal Night_A Rambunctious Ride_a summer kidnapping
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A Flash of Red
Keep your eyes to the starry sky for one night you’ll see, a large blood red comet hurling towards your planet at great speed. You’ll want all the warning you can get. This blazing fire will be the great destroyer ready to make your planet obsolete. Why will he destroy your planet? Because he’s so unhappy with his own. I sat on my creaky porch swing listening to a chorus of peepers with Alfred, my squishy-faced emotional support pug, resting on my lap. The smell of Ma cooking bacon made my mouth water, a...
Ethereal Night
It was a beautiful summer night, with a clear sky and bright stars showering the empty streets with a tender light. Beatrice was sitting on the windowsill of her chamber, waiting for midnight. She turned off the lights and was looking up at the sky, counting stars until she reached 20, the birthday she was so eager to celebrate for herself in a few minutes. She has already dressed in her nightgown and was hugging a pillow, thinking of how she could spend the next day. She looked on the wall opposite her at the clock: five more minutes until midnight. But suddenly she saw movement outside with ...
A Rambunctious Ride
“Have you got everything?” Nick asks the group of three that are sitting on the couch as he walks in. He is mostly ignored besides Ian who glances his way, the other two’s eyes trained on the large flat screen in front of them. Ian smiles at his friend, “Yep, I’ve been packed since yesterday, these two just finished throwing things in their bags.”Nick rolls his eyes before narrowing them at the other two that still haven’t acknowledged his presence. “I’m not letting you guys borrow anything on the road.” He tells them, knowing for sure they’ve forgotten at least something important.Wyatt huffs...
a summer kidnapping
Recently t’is come to my attention that I have been kidnapped. When I wrote about this and no one cared a long, long time ago I felt disappointed. After all, most of the people I wrote to owed me for this is this or that is that. What can I, am single-footed single eyed pirate, a poet a writer in Bolivia do for such a wide and wild assortment of people? I was and am who I always will be. A personality like now you will know. Let me begin with the summer that I think this began. 1973 I was crying. Why? My parents were yelling and screaming and excited. And? That night an angel, or at least what...