Stories tagged “walk”
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This Gray Hoodie
I’m not thinking clearly. Shivering makes it difficult, all a person can focus on is getting warm. But I’ve never been good at focusing on the things I can’t confront. I may have broken your heart, but mine is broken too. I didn’...
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That Night
It was a dark night. Annabelle Wright was walking home from her friend’s house. She stopped and looked behind her, for she had just heard footsteps. Nothing was there, she turned back and kept walking. There they were again. Annabelle turned, nothing...
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Floating in the City of Dreams
I was hardly aware of the pavement as it drifted somewhere beneath me. The summer night was fragrant and still; slight rustlings reached my ears and I grinned like a schoolkid. Maybe someone else was getting lucky tonight as well. I glided home, conten...
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Falling to Walk
I was getting ready to show you the truth. To actually let you inside my head. I was so close to not pretending. But every time I had the courage to speak, the words wouldn’t make the sounds I so desperately needed you to hear. We were just sitti...
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Father McKenzie Eats Ice Cream
“You call this counseling?” Norah smiled as she caught the drip of ice cream on her chin. She was only teasing, but my stomach flipped. I vowed to pray all night to make up for this. “We have to get reacquainted; besides, non-traditio...
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El Camino
We hopped the fence and what stood in front of us made the junkyard stick to it’s name—it was all junk. Cars piled on top of more cars, trash everywhere, but it was the coolest place I had ever been. I wouldn’t let him know that, not ...
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I Don't Believe In God
The chaotic streets of New York City faded to silence around me as my mind swarmed with thoughts of anxiety and depression. I walked the four long blocks back to my appartment in shame, replaying the past hour over and over in my head. That’s not...
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Bad Planning
His idea of a short walk with his pregnant wife turned out to be a bit longer than planned. “Honey,” she started slightly out of breath. “Yeah I know, you’re tired,” he interrupted. “We live just up here a block and ...
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Elephant Walk
They walk, lumbering, over the dried ruts and webbed cracks. The dust swirls from their feet and off their swaying backs and when that dust falls off their backs in an avalanche of WHOOPing brown, they look suddenly very tired. How long their weary tra...
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Bum Diddly Oh
“It’s a beautiful morning, don’tcha think?” He grinned at me and poked me in the ribs. “C’mon! It’s nice out, right?” “It’s a little cold,” I grumbled, snugging my fleece tighter. He rol...
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Higher
On and on we walk in file through the bitter cold of the night. Desperately trying to force some of the thin air into our lungs as the loose scree slips under our feet. I watch the feet of the person in front of me. Copy how they walk. It’s easy...
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snowy sidewalks [poem]
the sidewalk huddles under a snowy blanket ankle deep. the snow, bored of its sameness, clings to my black boots for a little adventure. it covers the tip in a converse toe, looking for something new. i cross the quiet street, hushed in respect, knock ...
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You are a Wall
I remember When you said you were a wall. Well, you are right, You are a wall I walked around, A wall I walked past. You didn’t move, You didn’t change. You can’t affect me anymore. I’ve been there, Done that, Not going back. So...
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See the Leaves
The crisp autumn air hugs my lungs in between drags. Wispy billows of smoke fill the air like chiffon. My mother would have a fit if she knew I smoked. “Unseemly” was the word she used to describe such things. So, like most of my interests ...
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Entropy Approximately
I thought as I walked: about my bad elbow, about invasive plant life, about getting a tattoo, about who changes the class strata. I thought about writing a book and what I would say. I thought about mushrooms as a metaphor. I thought about circular the...
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Looks can be Deceiving
Night’s velvet sheet darkened the sleeping suburbs. While the clock said it was morning, to the rest of the world it was night. A single person cast shadows down the sidewalk. There was a heavy load she carried, one other than the backpack strapped t...
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That "Something is Wrong" Feeling
It was a Monday morning, nothing looked different that morning than any other morning, but within minutes her blood ceased to pulse, instead it raced steadily though her: the first of many symptoms that something was wrong. The entire walk her eyes sta...
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Don't Dream It's Over
The moon was full above, a bright white glow, the only light she remembered afterward. Evening had bled into night so fast; where had the hours gone? He walked beside her, keeping her safe, and maybe doing his best to steal just a few more minutes of h...