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Stuck Underground
Stuck UndergroundMy name is Ken, I am 25 years old, and it is the year 2045、 I have finally experienced what it is to breathe fresh air, and feel the sunshine on my face. For the past 25 years, I have been stuck underground due to the dreadful COVID-19 pandemic of the year 2020. Let me take you back to where my story starts, so you can see my view of what it was like to be stuck underground. It’s a sunny morning on March 12, 2020, in Bedford, Ohio. My mom is at the park with my sister Mia. She is 9 months pregnant with me and ready to pop at any moment. As she bends over to pick up my 5...
Ripples
John sat on a hard, uneven log, staring into the crackling flickering flames in front of him. He sat here as dinner was prepared and as the sun dipped down below the trees. He sat here after the others turned in for the night - he could see the dancing shadows on their stagnant forms, wrapped up in bed rolls like sausages. There has to be something I can do differently tomorrow. John sat on the log, his eyes open through the late hours, foot tapping incessantly. He brought up his hands and covered his face, as if he could somehow shield himself from guilt. The deep knot in his stomach pe...
Charmed
In the cities they occupy, the homeless are as much a part of the community as any other group. They inhabit the wedge-space under every bridge and make nests behind fences near freeways; they establish tent cities beside train stations and turn playgrounds into drug spots. You don’t need to go downtown to see them. Even residents in wealthy neighborhoods catch glimpses of the homeless on random mornings when one pops up on the sidewalk outside of their homes. The transient ones always look confused, like they’ve just escaped abduction, and they move through the unfamiliar neighborhood on a ch...
You'll Forget My Stories
“No one else remembers her anymore.”“Oh, I’m sure somebody does, Papa,” Rosalinda flicked on her blinker, looking much towww.onedoor.cco little both ways before turning. “Yah? Who?” Frank grunted, staring over the Sternberg’s old fields. Great-grandmother Sternberg used to grow the largest pumpkins and win the fair every year. Him and Joey would get to carve them afterwards. Ginseng in row after shaded row, planted by Jung Co., grew there now. Rosalinda shrugged. “Oh, maybe an old friend that you forgot about, or somebody who just passed her on the street, you know? Sometimes I still think about a lady I s...