Go With the Flow_The Dream_Woke Up Free_A Thousand Times
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Go With the Flow
The boy waited at the empty, lonely park, waiting—yet again—for his busy grandmother to get him from soccer practice. He glanced at his wristwatch. 4:05 pm. Sighing heavily, Lucas stared up at the cloudless blue sky. She promised him on the phone she was on her way. Two hours ago. Lucas went to his brand-new black and white Nike cleats, studying those now. He’d been digging them in the dirt patches, balding the green grass covering this sand-colored stuff. The goalposts and white rectanwww.onedoor.ccgular outline were already stared at for quite some time—maybe a half-hour? When’s Grandma g...
The Dream
The Dream By JOY DEEP SAHAThe kid slept comfortably in his bed. Dreams of cartoon characters filled his mind with pleasure and contentment. I just woke up. I have seen the world through his eyes, and the world is lovely, new, and full of marvels. Tonight I will depart. I have the stuff to accomplish, and sleep will not be easy for the next few nights.Scott is a calm boy. He is 11 years old; He is very timid, introverted, and socially inept - all the essential elements for a terrible upbringing. He gladly spends his days in his room playing video games on his Atari gaming system. Some pleasure ...
Woke Up Free
Seb woke up to orange sun rays coming through a small opening of the tent. He slightly unzipped his sleeping bag and stretched to open the side of the tent. He sighed and smiled as he watched the rays reflecting off drops of water hanging onto the tips of the Andosols' leaves. This was good. He’d looked forward to for the last six months…..summer was here. Being out in nature away from people and in warm weather was paradise to him. He reached for his backpack and took out a waterproof folder holding his documents. He was looking for the park rules paper that he had picked on the trail. “Just...
A Thousand Times
I had to get it right this time. I have been towing the line for too long. I remember my initiation as if it were just yesterday. I had been only eleven, skinny, mal-nourished and burning with hatred. I had watched him gunned down before day in the streets of Shady Oak– the gang wanted a change of leader. I swore on his blood that I would let them pay. I didn’t wait for him to go cold. I crossed the fence and found their camp and told them I wanted to join them.I travelled with them day after day and if I couldn’t keep up, I was beaten to pulp until I learnt the ropes. I remember the fir...