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Growing Up With Sharks
Curiosity as a young child came with the territory for Aesop. That extended to sharks because of all the tales that he heard from his mom, Pamela, who often used scary tales as a disciplinary tactic. She told him that disobedient children were vulnerable to shark attacks whenever they visited the beach.
By Anthony Chan5 years ago in Fiction
A Locker with ... Love?
“It’s just a storage unit.” She told herself standing in front of the dingy garage door. “Just a ten by ten space rented and forgotten by Michael before he died. I’m surprised it’s still here.” She stood back and waited for the lot manager to use her drill to take out the lock. The squealing of the metal was loud and shrill and went on for longer than Jeanne was comfortable with. She had to admit that that somehow going through Michael’s things after he was gone was leaving her feeling kind of ghoulish. At the same time, there was a definite dullness about it all, and still a mercenary interest for all that he owed her after 14 years together. She just wished he had family closer than 600 miles away in another state.
By Lois Brand5 years ago in Fiction
Favorite Things
“You got a package. I put it on your bed.” This was the greeting Jamie received upon entering the apartment he shared with two other randomly assigned university students. It was October and classes were in full swing. The work was difficult and there was little time for socializing. But as an introvert, that suited Jamie just fine. He went to his room and closed the door. The package was sitting on the bed as advertised. It was wrapped in brown paper, so plain it made him suspicious. He didn’t recall ordering anything and there was no return address.
By Leslie Writes5 years ago in Fiction
The Last Package
It was spring break. I decided not to go back home but rather catch up on my studies at school. I made a surprise visit the last month so I figured this week I could catch up. I called my folks because it was their anniversary. Dad picked up the phone.
By Tomas Alejandro5 years ago in Fiction
The Kind Butcher
He sat on the bus, some would say he looked forlorn and lost. He wasn’t either of those things though, he was worried. As worried as a ten year old boy could be. He clutched on his lap a small brown paper wrapped package, his knuckles white in their grip. He didn’t sit in the back, nor did he sit in the front of the bus. He sat somewhere in the middle, hoping no one would notice him.
By Yess Bryce5 years ago in Fiction
Dreams Come True
I arrived at the airport at half past ten. My flight wasn’t until four but there’s just something about people watching in an airport that really gives me inspiration for my writing. My gate wasn’t crowded so I took a seat next to this sweet looking old lady. She seemed oddly familiar to me. I shrugged it off and I put my headphones on and began listening to my favorite criminal justice podcast.
By Stephanie Nethken5 years ago in Fiction
For Always
“Mercury, Venus, Earth.” I closed my eyes, trying to control my breathing as the car came to a stop. How much more of this can I take? I wiped my cheek. The afternoon sun streamed through the windshield, the glare casting my vision into sepia relief. Looking out of the window, the fields of coppery flowers seemed to roll like high tide, blurred by bitter tears.
By Irene Ross5 years ago in Fiction
