Stories tagged “vacation”
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My Memories, Part 3
I remember the last day perfectly. Packing was so hard. It was like everything I put into my bag was one more moment with Andrea that I had to leave behind. That was the shirt I wore when Andrea first hugged me after we had that long talk about love. T...
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My Memeries, Epilogue
To this day I still keep her number on my nightstand, just in case I ever have the guts to finally call and talk to her. ~ Looking back, I still don’t think I’ve ever experienced such intense feelings for another person like I did with Andrea. Ther...
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Waiting for class to end
Susan was getting restless. Her professor was droning on and on about something. She wasn’t really paying attention. Its not that she isn’t a good student or even lazy. It was just Friday. This was her last lecture of the day. And she was ...
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Escape
Amy knew it was time for a change. She could feel the pressure of the city against her chest. The constant cacophony of car horns and endless chatter filled her brain every second of every day; she could hardly think. The smells—the smog, the smo...
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Relax, Or Not
I am so glad I am on vacation! I can do absolutely nothing or absolutely everything. I can go shopping, or riding my bike, or taking a walk with no hurry to return. I have no appointments on my schedule book, no one calling me, no one coming to visit. ...
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The killer sun
Here I stand, blistering hot, my blistered body sunburned and dehydrated, my lips chapped, my joints aching, my head throbbing. Every so often, I send an SOS signal using my ham radio, my frazzled mind forgetting that help is coming, slowly but surely....
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Just My Luck. Day 2
My eyes flutter open as water falls on my face. I look up and see the rather large waterstain in the ceiling. Groaning, I slip farther under the covers, shielding my face from the rain. Rain, rain go away, why is it so wet here? I frown at the sound of...
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Sorry, I Have a Heart.
Dearest Lily, I’m writing this to you to express my greatest regrets. Obviously, I’ve been taking advantage of our friendship. I was under the impression that friendship meant someone to confide in, someone to share secrets and the turmoils...
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The Loveless Vacation
Some say the house was haunted, but everyone knows all houses moan with grief and sigh with discontent when their owners are away. There was nothing special about this house; simply another box in Jersey that a young couple had bought because the City ...
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Redux on Classic Service
“Whoa…” Devin’s voice was breathy and trailed away to nothing through his gaping mouth. Arnie just kept blinking and fiddling with the zipper on his hoodie, a nervous habit. The eight foot tall fellow with blue skin and horrendo...
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Doc.
I don’t care if I’m too old to have toys. I’m keeping my toy cowboy, And carrying him around in my pocket. I’ll name him after Doc Holliday. And when me and dad go on vacation this summer? I’ll take him with me. Becaus...