Take Me to the Arcade_Taste of A Lifetime_Out_Late revelation
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Take Me to the Arcade
Heather’s ideal Friday night was to stay at home and have the evening all to herself. The peace and quiet was the best part. She could read without any distractions, or watch a television show without anyone else judging her tastes. Not to mention she would much rather hang out at home with her small group of friends and play games instead of going out to a bar. She hated crowds and being approached by strangers. Luckily for her, Heather was all alone in her apartment on this particular Friday after work. She had just finished up her last meeting of the day and had officially signed out, and s...
Taste of A Lifetime
A double-pane window full of mist, threw wide as a strong gust of wind invades my room with a swooshing sound. From the open window, I could only gaze at the conspicuous night sky exhibiting an ever-changing landscape of fascinating objects to see, it gives me a nostalgic vibe. The swing chair I’m sitting on moves a bit as I stand, I walk in front of the sliding glass door and pull it to the side to make an entrance into the balcony. I step outside welcoming the cool breeze with the hint of moisture that touches my lips and cheeks. My white loose dress sway as the wind blew off my scrunchie c...
Out
Out of the window, I hear a flurry of chattering suddenly pass by my house. Tonight, after waking up sweaty and red-faced, I had left it open to let in a cool breeze. Maybe now it is time to close it. Quietly, to not wake up my parents and brother, I pad across my room until I reach the windowsill. My slender, delicate hand reaches up, feeling for the handle to pull the window shut. But the noisy shadows distract me; I lean forward, peering into www.onedoor.ccthe darkness. They dance across the pavement. Although they are illuminated only by a single dim streetlamp, they look as if they are mirror-balls, sh...
Late revelation
“Are you coming tonight?” This is the message Dan has received from Michael in the middle of the day. What I am going to do? Am I going out tonight? Dan is on the edge of his decision. He misses his friends very much, but something still keeps him locked inside his apartment, inside his soul. Then, he starts dressing with slow movements. A T-shirt and a pair of new trousers are waiting for the future moment of going out, the expected moment of leaving the house and of him. But now he feels he cannot wear these foreign clothes. It’s enough that I go out. Let’s not stress me anymore adding somet...