Melanie rests her chin on her hands on the window ledge of her father’s car. Advertisements
“Daddy, I want to be like her someday.” She said, pointing at the woman in the poster.
I saw him. There’s no mistaking him. Beside the peppery gray hair and the stubble around his mouth, he looked the same as he was twenty years ago.
“Can I light it now?” He asked excitedly.
“Look at her, that’s all she knows how to do.” She could hear them whispering behind her but she ignored them.
“I didn’t know you can cook,” she said as he brought two plates of pasta to the table.
Scattered on his bedroom floor were a backpack, at least six cameras, portable hard-drives, headphones, and a couple of batteries.
As TJ listened to the crowd’s cheering, he bowed his head and closed his eyes.
This is a dream, it’s got to be. This cannot be real, must be a place created from my imagination.
She woke to the wonderful aroma of eggs and coffee and as she sat up, he entered with a tray balanced on top of his muscular arm.
“What are you doing?” Samantha asked her best friend Kylie one evening as they were hanging out.
“Objects in mirror are closer than they appear, what the heck does that mean?” Kelsey asked.
Sitting on the floor of a dark cold cell, the day certainly did not start out this way.
Before he found his calling in Rock n’ Roll, he was an elementary school math teacher,
When are they going to finish taking their pictures?
The moment I entered, all the camera immediately trained on me and at once, two dozen soldiers ran toward me carrying rifles.
My grandma used to tell me this story about how she owned an antique shop in Europe during second World War.
Everyone stared as I set up my camera gear around the park, as well they had never seen a girl my size at a skate park. “Uh, what are you doing?” One of the kids came over and asked.
His life is full of rash decisions. One after another, he made his decisions in a snap of a finger including this one.
Somewhere in New York, 1920’s In a hidden alley behind the Pearl Dinner, she waited in a trench coat over her long black dress.
She was desperate to get off the island, the island which she had built entirely using the magic on the island.
That afternoon changed my life forever. I had arrived to pick my son up from school when I noticed the long line outside the school.
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