THROUGH THE DARK FOREST_I CHANGED MY NAME_Wolf Trap_First Love, Last Love
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THROUGH THE DARK FOREST
THROUGH THE DARK FOREST “Hey are you guys coming in my party tonight?” asked Dave to everyone on the conference call. Everyone excitedly replied “Yes!” except for Sam. “We haven’t met in a while. You should definitely come.” insisted Benjamin. “I really want to. But I have got extra classes tomorrow. You guys have fun. Maybe will see you all next time.” said Sam. “Sure, but classes are more important.” said Alex. “We’ll miss you bro!” added Rosie. The hall was decorated with artificial flowers, dancing lights, a huge loud-speaker from which there was rock music playing and waiters roaming ov...
I CHANGED MY NAME
I CHANGED MY NAMEMy name is Jackie Jean Smith, or at least it was. I never liked my name. It was picked out by my father for the express purpose of calling me JJ. He wanted a son; I was a girl. Though I was very much a Tomboy as a child, I liked my long hair, the only girlish thing about me, at that time. From the day I was born, Wacky Jackie the Spacky was a common nickname. I was not “normal”, not like other children, though I now know this is because I have autism, in the ’80s, this was not a common diagnosis, especially for girls. So, I grew up feeling very horrible inside mysel...
Wolf Trap
“Great to see you again, man!” Keith smiled and held his arms out wide. “Glad you could get here for the class reunion.”“You too! Wow, our twenty-year reunion. Been way too long,” Rob gave his old friend a hug. “What the hell have you been up to?” He sat on an old wooden spool on Keith’s back patio. “Damn, you still have this thing?” He laughed and patted the side of the spool.“Of course!” Keith handed Rob a beer from the cooler. “I can’t get rid of it.”“Because no one wants it?”“Nah, www.onedoor.ccman. Because it’s a classic.” Keith sat on a swing that was hanging from a tree branch. “Like this swing.”“Or ...
First Love, Last Love
I watch the lady place the neatly folded napkin above our plates as the finishing touch for this dinner date. I heaved a deep sigh of contentment as I look how perfect this day could be... The excitement I am feeling as if the 68 years old me is back on the day I first met my first love. I met her back when I was 16 - the age when we are all reckless, ambitious, and happy-go-lucky. I was on my tattered denim jeans matched with my leather jacket carrying my guitar as I walk towards the place where I usually met my band members. I am not bragging but...as clear as I can remember I am quite fam...