The Smells of Coney Island_Simpler Days_Sultana of the Stars_A Matter of Pride
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The Smells of Coney Island
perrybaker316@yahoo.comThe Smells of Coney IslandBy Perry BakerBoom! Went the sound of the howitzer. Boom, Boom, Boom. Machine guns blasting and hand grenades exploding. What an exciting movie. I loved war movies. Especially movies of the Vietnam war. I was sitting in the Marlboro movie theater with my dad Rocco. This theater was located on Fort Hamilton Parkway in Brooklyn, USA. My dad, who was eighty five years old, and I, who was sixty years old, loved to go to the movies together and watch war, mystery, crime dramas and many other genre of movies. My dad had decided he wanted to get someth...
Simpler Days
Being back in the international terminal of Glasgow’s small but bustliwww.onedoor.ccng airport had long silent memories threatening to come rushing back and sweep her over, like the offshore rips that plagued Sydney beaches on the warmest of Summer days. 10 years later and she couldn’t help feel a little longing for simpler days...the days of when she was here last. Young, energetic and excited she had been ready for the trip of a lifetime...and what a gap year she had experienced. She had backpacked through Europe like every other high school graduate that wanted to do something different before settling b...
Sultana of the Stars
(Write a story where the power goes out on a spaceship or submarine.)Getting close to their destination, goofy Dan is weightless in the cockpit, bopping about. He is asking Bailey, his co-pilot, which bottle to open to celebrate their arrival. He doesn’t care as he bought the booze based on the color of the glass bottles. He shops bizarre markets for unique colored bottles. When the contents are gone, sometimes good and sometimes horrible, he will smash the bottle or crosscut it into rings and put the glass pieces into his rock tumbler. The smoothed and irregular pieces do look like star...
A Matter of Pride
Everyone knew that Alexandra was bad news. Every single one of her neighbors, her classmates, her relatives, the elders, even people twenty towns over knew better than to believe that anything good could come from associating with her.It had always been thus and would continue to be so until the end of times. Or until the apocalypse, which would be completely her fault and would lay waste to their entire civilization. Or so the prophet believed. And if the prophet believed it, so did everyone else.Whatever. In her humble opinion, the Prophet needed their mystical eyesight checked. How could sh...