FASCISTS_Time Goes By_Roses For Memories_No One Wants To Go New Jersey
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FASCISTS
Word count: 1000 wordsFASCISTSWhile watching a program celebrating JFK’s life, Gerald and Lottie, in their 70s, were at loggerheads. Their daughter Denise was watching TV with both of them. The program was nostalgic and sentimental. It was November, the anniversary of the assassination.“Lottie, what’s for dinner?” Gerald was feeling grumpy. He hadn’t eaten since lunchtime and was used to having dinner prepared by now. It was already six o’clock.“Hold on – this is about liberty and justice for all,” said Lottie, watching the television. She’d always been fascinated by this ‘royal family’ of Ame...
Time Goes By
Time is something that you can have too much of or too little of. Time is always there and you never notice it until you run out of it and need more of it or you have too much of it on your hands. Zana wished that swww.onedoor.cche could put all the time she needed into a huge container, an unbreakable container and when she needed more time she could take some out and when she had too much time she could put it all back in. Her container would have all the pictures of her family and friends framed around it as a reminder of time and to make time for those she loved. If anyone was running out of time she wo...
Roses For Memories
I stand in front of your grave, I’m the only one who comes to see you aren’t I? I’m the only one who recognizes your lasting impact. Your tombstone has aged quite a bit. It’s begun to crack. The tones and atmosphere of this place are dull, reminiscent of death. Perhaps it is because of the winter sky, or maybe it is because you were never fond of bright colors. Even though it is a contradiction, I place yellow roses on your grave. I caress your name that’s been etched into the surface of the granite. Memories begin to flood into my mind, and I become lost in the past.Why did I always seem to f...
No One Wants To Go New Jersey
No One Wants To Go To New JerseyIt was an unusually warm day for October in Boston. The leaves on the Oak, the Elm, the Maple, as well as all the others, had already changed color, signaling the end of summer. The pleasant weather made it difficult to believe Autumn had already arrived. It was an early Sunday afternoon as Father Murphy having just finished Mass was on the church steps bidding a good day to members of the congregation as they exited. Suddenly, Sean McLaughlin came running up the steps in a frenzy asking Father for his help with a serious matter. Father Murphy escorted S...