Aberystwyth_Not So Happy Engagement Year_DOWNPOUR_Jenna and Kate
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Aberystwyth
I had been entirely alone in the carriage when the clunking electric mechanism of the hissing door alerted me that someone else was entering. I looked up from my book and read the broad sign on the platform – Bow Street. Beyond the sign, in giant, ugly letters on the side of a pretty little white farmhouse, someone had scrawled in black paint, WELCOME TO HELL. The sentiment was so far displaced that I laughed aloud to myself. It was a lone man who had entered the carriage. I glanced briefly at him – young, heavy set – stubble, slightly bucked teeth and a mess of unkempt black hair. He was wear...
Not So Happy Engagement Year
If you are looking for a happy New Years story, this isn't the story for you :)`````````````-----------------------------------------------------It was the eighth time the phone had rung since he wokwww.onedoor.cce up this morning and every time it rang, he felt himself closer to curling up in a ball and crying.Dishes piled in the sink, stacked almost as tall as he was. Large heaps of laundry accumulated in various parts of his dingy apartment, no rhyme or reason to their placements. You could argue a severe case of depression, but it was normal lifestyle for Travis. Many potential roommates or girlfriends ...
DOWNPOUR
Chandler Hart's wipers slapped against the worst storm he'd ever driven through. Chilled October rain flooded the glass as theough the wipes weren't on. The hellish sound on the roof drowned out the engine's sound and even tehmuffler he'd holed when, three weeks ago, he'd swered off the road afte downing too many drinks to forget he'd been laid off. "Jesus Christ," He'd said after he'd just left Cindy's Riverside Cafe. Cindy, despite her concern, was glad to see him leaving before any unpleasantry arose. "Jesus-fuckin-Christ!" He'd cursed when, reaching for peanuts, he bumped his double sho...
Jenna and Kate
Five-year-old Jenna gazed through the filthy panes of the kitchen window. The sky was dark. She hadn’t yet learned to tell time, but she knew the sun had risen a few hours ago. Stepping on the porch for a better look at the sky, she noticed Mom’s faded blue car still parked in the grass. Mom hadn't been home in two nights. Jenna knew because Liz, her neighbor, had taught her to count before she went away. Jenna went back inside the single wide trailer wondering if Mom had disappeared like Liz.Jenna climbed atop the stained countertop, stood on both feet, and looked down. Kate, Jenna’s three-ye...