“Wow, it’s so beautiful,” she tilted her head and admired the twinkling lights coming from the hotel rooms across the road. Advertisements
I had known Mr. Flower since I was a little girl.
When I first moved in, I didn’t mind the close proximity of my bedroom window to the neighbors but then he moved in next door.
“How to get away with murder? Certainly not like this.” The news reporter said, standing before an art piece that had been vandalized.
“What’s that man doing outside?” Mother said, shaking her head.
One thing I hate about moving is I can never seem to find the things I need.
“Can you tell me a story?” Naomi said softly as her mother tugged her into bed. “The one about the brothers?”
“I wanna be a castaway And leave the world behind Take a tropic holiday Say goodbye to keeping time Wasting away down by the coast Pacifico and chasing lime Easy living down in paradise”
He waited for her by the docks, kept hoping she would show to at least say goodbye.
There is a trail not far from here. Some call it Trail of Doom, while others call this trail the Trail of Boredom.
Dylan stood at the edge of the graffiti rooftop and looked down at the crowd below. “Shut it!” His second-in-command, Chuck, shouted.
Penny stood frozen. “What’s wrong?” Greg asked.
“Daddy, what’s that?” The little girl pointed at something behind me.
I knew something wasn’t right the moment I stepped out of the office. My surroundings hissed and hummed noisily with warnings of a storm.
“You said it’s supposed to work,” Angrily, he rammed his fist into the wall.
“R-run!” Mary screamed but I didn’t need her warning to start running.
“Here is a hypothetical scenario,” the professor said,
Spreading his arms wide, Aaron inhaled a breath of sea air and smiled,
She opened her eyes and could feel the chilliness of the air.
Sara was envious, sitting on the window-seat in her bedroom while her sister, Ashlee, and friends were laughing in the courtyard below.
As I entered her home, the first thing I noticed was wood.
Nervously, you smile, “Where do I begin?” You say, fingers lace around your coffee cup.
“…and this old cart remains here even to-date.” The guide said as he led us away from the cart.