Driver’s License_Quitting Time_The bookworm at the party_A Garbageman's Art
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Driver’s License
An abrupt knock sounded at my window. I leapt up in surprise, my notebook flying across the room. I sigh, unlatching my window to the figure who had interrupted my study time. His white teeth glowed in the moonlight. “Ready?” My friend, Oliver asked. I rolled my eyes, bounding back to my bed. I landed with a big flop. ”Oliver, it‘s 9 pm! Why would I want to go anywhere?” Oliver hopped over my window frame, coming down to my bedroom floor. “Lacey. It’s Friday, we need to go out and party.” Oliver tried to reason to me. I glared at him, gesturing to my notebooks and pencils scattered on my bed ...
Quitting Time
"I can't do this anymore. I worked too hard and gave too many years of my life to continue in a place where I am miserable every day of the year." Those were the words I bellowed as I handed in my resignation letter. Fortunately, I'd saved up just enough money to leave for better things, but my savings won't last forever. I have to be strategic about finding a better place to exist. My name is Thomas, and today is the day I hit the road and find my way in life. Many States are offering attractive packages for the correct industries to move in, but as a resident of California, I'd best be prepa...
The bookworm at the party
“Are you coming tonight?” Maggie asked drying her hair. “What? I can’t hear you.” Mel replied. “Are you saying you can’t hear me to avoid the question or can you really not hear me?” “What? That hair dryer is loud I really can’t hear what you are saying.” Mel shouted. Maggie turned off the dryer and peeked her head out the bathroom door to look at her twin who was sitting on her bed reading. Shaking her head Maggie walked towards the bed and plopped down on it. Mel looked up at her sister smiled and then went back to her book. “Melanie! Come with me tonight, it will be so fun.” Maggie said sha...
A Garbageman's Art
Vinny was a garbageman for almost twenty years, driving his truck around the suburban areas of Brimstone, picking people’s garbage, driving them back to the incarcerator, and watching them burn. But everything changed that night.Boots, gloves, and bright green vest on, coffee lukewarm in his thermos, and his MP3 player loaded with rock anthems, after the usual routine, Vinny was set for another drive around Brimstone, eagerly anticipating for the incarcerator moment. After almost twenty years in this job, his mind was usually absent during the entire shift. Get in the car, go to the disposing...