Wake up. Wake up._Legend of Lobo_Reality Check_GOODBYES WERE ALWAYS HARD
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Wake up. Wake up.
I found myself walking in the silent corridor of the building. The second floor is too quiet. It is only me and the hushing wind. All classrooms and dormitories are empty; all are messy. I try to walk and walk until I reach the side stairs. I suddenly stopped. I do not know where I am going. Likewise, I do not know where I started. My mind is in blank space; there is nothing to hide, there is nothing to be seen. I have goosebumps because of the place. I felt cold, and it gets more intense as the wind passes through me. The last mark of winter is gone. Flowers started to bloom, which is the beg...
Legend of Lobo
Legend of Lobo Suzanne MarshThe New Mexico mountains still resound with the sound of the Lobo wolf. Some say he is simply is a legend, a myth. I have reason to say the Lobo is alive and well. Perhaps not the first Lobo but I have seen a Lobo Wolf. I have heard their cries as I move silently among them. I am but a simple Apache boy; my Father say a simple Apache boy with a very good imagination. The Apache are storytellers for many moons; my Father and Grandfather and no doubt further back than them. I am straying from the story of Lobo wolf. I first saw Lobo near a cave I wanted ...
Reality Check
“That’s the thing about this city, it’s a cesspool,” Hal said.“Harsh,” Toby said.Hal glanced up. He did not try to hide his disappointment. He’d been expecting Cutter.“Truth,” Hal replied. “Just the truth. Where’s Cutter? I asked for Cutter.”Toby flashed the goofy awe shucks grin that made Hal want to sock him. To keep his hands busy, Hal fished for a cigarette. His pockets were empty, which made him angry. He clenched his jaw and worked at tamping his anger down. There were consequences for lashing out.“If you think it’s so bad here, why don’t you just move on?” Toby asked.Hal flashed Tob...
GOODBYES WERE ALWAYS HARD
It was autumn, the riot of colour could not be ignored; however, seasons alter in your personal life too. I was aware of a heaviness in my heart as I travelled up the road, to my destination. Visiting my aunt was usually a pleasure, but there was little joy expected on this trip. Even the car did not want to go, as indicated, by its stalling and refusing to budge. After a little coaxing and cursing from me, sluggishly it spluttered, then as though making a mighty effort, it sprang to life howww.onedoor.ccwever reluctantly. Good old Shirley, the Volkswagen beetle. She had seen better days but had kept me go...