Unnatural Distasters_Old Spice and Old Men_The TIME CAPSULE- then and now._Amelia
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Unnatural Distasters
The night was alive. Not even a flicker of stars could be seen in the swirling abyss of the storm. Window panes trembled, and the entire house shook, echoing the power of the sky. It was a dark and stormy night, made even darker the moment the yellow ceiling lights flickered to black.It felt so quiet in the few moments after the light died. It didn’t sound quiet, but it felt that way, a yawning gap of something missing, soon to be filled with something different; a new presence of normalcy.I sat in the dark for a few moments or so, but only a few. I let the new presence surround me as I stare...
Old Spice and Old Men
Daniel pulled the house key he had carried since he was 12 from his pocket, and jiggled it into the defiant doorknob. Why hadn’t Dad just replaced this old knob years ago?“Doorknob is fine! Helps keep burglars out.” Burglars aren’t using keys, Dad.The lock lost the battle, and Daniel stepped into the foyer. Motes of dust floated in the afternoon sun streaming through the half closed blinds, tiny apparitions in a house that had always haunted Daniel. He threw his keys instinctively on the buffet, scratched in the one area from years of this ritual. The floorboards creaked underfoot, an alarm th...
The TIME CAPSULE- then and now.
THE TIME CAPSULE-then and now.In 1990, I interred not a body but my time capsule in Van Cortlandt Park, in the Bronx. I played there as a child; I climbed rocks, chased birds, skated on the lake in winter and rowed boats there in the summer. It was only fitting that the capsule be buried and hidden there, in the burial ground on vault hill. 1990 was a good year- Germany was reunited; Namibia became independent as did Armenia. And Microsoft released its 3、0 operating system.Van Cortlandt is a special place in the Bronx. It has 1,146 acres. It has an old growth forest of hickory, sweet gum, birc...
Amelia
Read my story A Year Of Voicemail first! Trust me. I pick up a box, grunting at its weight, and silently cursing my mom for making me help our new neighbors. I drag it inside and set it in the entryway, where Ms. Charlotte promptly jabs scissors into the strip of tape connecting the two flaps. She unfolds the flaps and begins pulling out a toaster. As I walk back to the truck to get the last box, I hear her say, “Jim! You marked the kitchen appliances as shoes!”The last box sits in the back of the truck bed. I climb in and see that the label of painter’s www.onedoor.cctape has curled off the box. I stick it...