As the alarm clock wakes me from my sleep, I am laying in bed thinking about the night that will be happening. As I roll out of bed, I take a quick glance outside. It is 8 o’clock in the morning, birds are singing while the sun is shining. As I walk downstairs to see my family there was no one in sight, i’m thinking to myself “where is everyone at”? I walk around the house calling to see if anyone was home “it is 8 o’clock in the morning where could everyone be at this time of day”? No one was in
I awoke to the sound of birds chirping. I gazed out of the window – if only for a moment; the city was all I longed to see. The igneous sun scattered its light upon the colossal city, enveloping a plethora of the towering buildings in its warmth. I admired the long smooth black tar roads; each road teeming with slick black cars descending to coil around the gargantuan buildings like a snake, before their ends were swallowed by the darkness of the buildings’ shadows. Meanwhile, I imagined my friends
It all began with a simple phone call one night after dinner, “Joe,” my father hollered up the stairs, “it’s for you. It’s Jackie, and she sounds upset.” As I stormed downstairs to pick up the phone, I was fuming. I was tired and had looked forward to a nice quiet evening at home, not another arbitrary adventure with Jackie. Thirty minutes later, however, Jackie’s silver Mustang convertible swung into our driveway, and Jackie was obnoxiously railing on her car horn before the car came to a full stop
In the morning, the clearners in the mall greeted Joseph and then went back to their work. Joseph prepared everything before the cook and his father came to work and then sat down to enjoy his coffee along with his toasted cheese sandwich. He loved the silence in the mall. The whole area was lit as if there would be a celebration as usual which was a clever trick because it encouraged customers to come here and stay longer. The mall offered free Wi-Fi which meant more business for the dining area
The sound of silence. None to be heard, none to be seen. Hollow wards ring with an abnormal sense of quietude, while clear IV drip bags dangled solemnly as they hung above. There was not a sound of life around me; Not the sound of bells, the sound of voices...... it wasn’t any of those, nor was it a norm. The cold marble ground seemed to move as my eyes drifted towards all bearings, head throbbing as flashes hindered my sight, dizziness striking like a five-ton mallet. Cold beads of sweat trickled
Sadie Gardner was speaking with her parents about the Drawing. She is fourteen years old going on fifteen and scared as a jack-rabbit that has heard the howl of a wolf. The Drawing is something that happens every decade and the years before you turn fifteen, you get given the job of your dreams at age nine. These jobs are given to you by The Council of Individuals which are the sweetest people in Blackwater. You are given a job so you can make money to put food on the table. Sadie is a dance instructor
It was a marvelous summer evening. Only a few solitary fluffy pale tangerine clouds drifted across the seemingly endless skies. As people from all over the United States poured into the estate, a slight breeze passed through, carrying with it the sounds of chirping cicadas and excitement. They were either wearing colorful summer dresses that waved softly in the breeze or crisp suits. I myself, was wearing a rosy cotton dress that shimmered as I moved around to my utmost delight. We walked along for
The soft wind danced its way through the city suburbs, nudging another lifeless, amber leaf gently from a withered oak tree towards the deep carpet of rusty, reds and russets. Anxious commuters with furrowed faces buried into their raincoat were rushing towards the subway seeking refuge from the blustery day panicking to get to work on time. No one was smiling, no one could. The sunny welcoming summer mornings had gone; leaving behind a deep sense of nostalgia floating amongst the dying remnants
The sky was so pale. With not one cloud in sight. It had rained before, the clouds cried their hearts out today. Their not so silent screams could be heard through out the town. But there was one positive outcome. Everything in the park now looked clean,Fresh. The birds were singing happily. Some were bathing in the bird dish.The once dried up flowers and trees were now fresh and colourful.It was like the once dead environment got a dash of colour and came to live. Isn 't it weird that how someone
The Ride The ocean lapped the boat from side to side like an enormous cat playing with a ball of yarn. The mighty waves threatened to turn the boat over. “Hang on! We’re almost there” a muffled voice shouted as it tried to be heard over the roaring storm. I was so busy rowing that I hadn’t had a second to look up. I shift my gaze from the hostile surge of grey to the uninhabited lands of Antarctica. I couldn’t take my eyes off the white paradise as it got nearer and nearer. “Stop daydreaming and