The End of the Hall_The Book On The Shelf_New Jersey Marathon_Money Shot
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The End of the Hall
My feet sink as I wiggle them side to side, deeper and deeper, the salty water and a myriad of quartz crystals sucking them under. I plop my bottom down with a splat on what feels like liquid concrete, but again it welcomes me, and I shift down into the sand until it molds around my whole body.The waves roar incessantly, massaging my waterlogged eardrums, stretching themselves thin to reach me, and swirling my hair in a giant arc as they loop back toward the sea. Something wiggles and pushes against my calf, tickling me until I giggle. Is it your toes or a little sand crab hunting for food? Yo...
The Book On The Shelf
I look at the calendar, I check my phone, then I turn on the tv, and finally I check my watch. It all tells me the same thing, then I look outside and the sky is there, the trees, houses, neighbors, everything is the same. Then I ask myself what day is it again? My phone buzzes and I look down. The screen displays brightly, Monday March 8th. I stare at the illuminated screen a little bit longer, as if I may be being lied to. Cause yesterday was just like this, so was the previous day, and before I know it; I’ve forgotten again. Then again why does it matter? I ask myself. Everyday is exactlwww.onedoor.ccy t...
New Jersey Marathon
Ever since I was little, I wanted to be a runner. I ran with my mom, who was a world-renowned sprinter. She went to the Olympics once, and then retired when she got pregnant with me. I thought I would get those genes, but I got my dad’s severe asthma instead. That didn't stop me though. In middle school, I got 5th in a cross country race. Granted, there were seven people racing in the non-varsity, but I’ll take it. In high school, I got my mile time down to a 7:40, without having an asthma attack. I would never be an Olympian, but I could still like running. Now I am 29, and I live in NYC wor...
Money Shot
Anna’s eyes fluttered as she lay cradled in Trent’s arms. “I‘m cold… Is it cold?” Trent pulled off his jacket and tucked it around her. The wrecked car lay on its side. Smoke drifted. “Hang on, Anna. We’ll get through this.” “I’m sorry.” “No, I’m sorry. You saved my life… you took a bullet meant for me.” “Guess I learned. I’ll never do that again… ” She tried to smile. “Quiet now. Save your strength…” “I… I’m fading Trent... I need to say… I think this is…” “Cut!” The actors, Edge and Sedona, looked around. “What happened?” “Hold your places, people! Reloading camera.” The director, Charlie, m...