When Tomorrow Finally Comes_Small Town USA_the Promise_Mom Mom & Pop Pop's
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When Tomorrow Finally Comes
TW: involves terminal illnessYou’d think with how little stuff I’m bringing in my duffle bag, I wasn’t going off to college after living with my parents for 18 years. Maybe part of the lack of stuff is that my parents’ place has become my storage unit for all I won’t be taking with me. My mom actually seemed pleased I left so much, probably because, as she said, “you’ll visit often,” which I know she meant to say with confidence; it sounded more like a question choked back with tears. She added “I’ll pray for you every night.” And dad added “be careful on the road,” and I knew that was his way...
Small Town USA
Warning: Racial prejudiceSmall Town USAby Kryste Andrews“If you date a Mexican boy, you’ll get a bad reputation.” Dad was stern and unmoving. “But, Dad, Ricky’s the sweetest boy in our class, much nicer than the white guys. And he’s respectful."Ricky and I had become an item during the winter of our sophomore year, but dating the cute, popular Mexican boy was forbidden. I brought up the subject at home occasionally, but Mom and Dad didn’t realize how important Ricky had become to me.By spring, I was pushing hard for permission to go on a real date with my boyfriend. He would have his licens...
the Promise
A bright light appeared in front of the moon, at first the Chief thought it was a shooting star. It zigzagged across the sky erratically then shot high into the atmosphere, almost disappearing from sight. The villagers noticed their Chief staring upward and looked to see what had caught his eye. As they all watched the star, it danced across the Heavens. It darted back and forth and up and down in a frenzy of motion. The villagers watched in amusement with the Chief as the star performed it's strange antics. The Shaman was the only one not captivated by the sight. “This is bad medicine, m...
Mom Mom & Pop Pop's
Timothy Chardfeld was in a bustling diner just west of La Brea, on the Sunset Strip. It was in the questionable seedy area, where one could get a late night burgwww.onedoor.ccer, but might also end up with an 8-ball of meth, or a solicitation for unprotected sex. The amber sodium vapor lights of the Ralph’s were just enough to keep him from potentially getting mugged, but it was the shadowy strips of darkness, in between, that he would worry about later, when walking home, alone, on a full stomach.But for now, even at quarter ’til midnight, the diner was abuzz with activity. Everything from a punk rock band...