The Sun Grew Hotter_The Ledge_The calm after the storm_What it takes to live here
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The Sun Grew Hotter
The man, who had given himself the name of John, awoke under his tarp. It snapped in the wind. Tent poles held it up over him. He had dreamt of horses on a charred farmland, galloping together, frantic, ash raising from their pounding hooves. They ran from something that John could not see. They screamed in black panic with their lips folded, exposing pink gums and large, flat teeth. Everything he owned sat in a child’s backpack next to him. A coat of grime clung to its graphic of dolphins breaching. He wore a patched jacket, jeans that he rarely took off, and rain boots that reached his calv...
The Ledge
I walked out onto the roof and pulled out a cigarette. There was someone else out here, leaning on the ledge, looking at the view below. His sandy brown hair, just a little overgrown, blowing in the wind. He turned at the sound of the door slamming behind me and eyed my cigarette.www.onedoor.cc “Could I bum one off you?” he asked, walking towards me.I didn’t respond as I passed him a cigarette. I lit my own as I watched him pull out his lighter. He looked to be about my age. He had a charming face with a kind smile."I have antisocial personality disorder," I said as I took a drag off my cigarette. I don’t ...
The calm after the storm
My mother always tells us stories about her mother, my grandmother. My grandmother grew up in a beautiful house by the shore. My mum's fondest memory is the one of her whole family sitting around this big chair, listening to her mother’s stories of the sea, gentle wind, and raindrops that tickle your cheeks while hiding from the extreme heat they were suffering outside. She would talk about herself as a little child, spending entire mornings running across the beach, bothering tourists that didn’t understand the real beauty of what they were living, and whole nights jumping as high as they cou...
What it takes to live here
That's the thing about this city, people come and people go. Where to they go... Well that we don't always know. The brightness of the lights attracts the young like a moth. Dreams of becoming successful starts boiling out of them. But just like the light bulb eventually burns the moth, the city kills the dreams.And that's what happened to young Rico when he came to this city. I remember him so well. That youth and life still sparking in his eyes. It was like the glow of the city had entered his body. Consuming him. Killing him from the inside. Rico wanted to become a writer. His interest was ...