On the Lam_Esteban_My Fleeting Heart_Punxsutawney Ghost
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On the Lam
September ’76 found me as the new kid in town and the foreigner, an American teenager in a Canadian high school. Gordon Bell High School in Winnipeg, Manitoba. I can still clearly remember my first day, down to what I was wearing; a red and green plaid western shirt with pearl snap buttons, light green bell-bottom jeans, and the red Adidas Gazelles that I loved so much. During the first recess I saw a tall dark-haired boy from my class having a smoke alone in a corner and went to introduce myself, pulling a pack of Craven “A” menthols out of my right front shirt pocket. Like me, his hair was l...
Esteban
In my country, we had a saying. Talk little and listen much. So I listen much. I remember my country less and less with each passing year. I do remember being torn from my mother’s arms when I was not much more than a child. “Be strong!” she said in our native language. “Be brave. You are a warrior!” was the last thing she said to me. I remembered her words often when I thought I could not go on while lost in the swamps and deserts.I listen to these Spaniards, with their endless talk of gold and treasure. They tell stories they have heard of the New Spain and The Seven Cities of Gold, a to...
My Fleeting Heart
The knots in my stomach are so strong today that I am crouching over when I walk. My stomach hurts so bad, I am riddled with anxiety. I think I might throw up. I make my way to the bathroom mirror. Look at you yourself. Are you sure this is what you want? I ask myself. Yes. I know this is what I want- what I wish is that it were easy. But who would I end up if my dreams came easy? I think I’ll take a hot shower to calm down, have some water, and just take some deep breaths to try and relax. After my shower I lay in bed in the towel. My skin feels hot from the shower, but it feels good. I clos...
Punxsutawney Ghost
Punxsutawney GhostOne October night when the clouds were laying on the town roads, everything silent, no noise to be heard. Not even a mouse, nothing but fog ran through the streets. When the sun goes down the shadows in the town, anything,www.onedoor.cc and everything in the dark roams freely. No one is safe , and no one can see them…. Just beware not to look at the shadows they create.Many stories are told about ghost in old towns and cities, but this one is about a group of college friends who stumble upon a ghost in the town of Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania. Little did they know it would make them have sle...