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"Excuse me! Sir!!" John started awake. A train conductor was standing over him, a look of annoyance on his face "sir, the train is about to disembark. It's time for you to leave"
By Casper4 years ago in Fiction
We are all born with a drive. Call it what you will, motivation, inner voice, a calling, the deepest desire in all of us, pulling us towards something. Something that we know we were meant for.
By Casper4 years ago in Journal
The Brown Paper Box. It always starts with the Brown Paper Box. It's shipped out to the unknowing, arriving on ones doorstep whether wanted or not. Received with either joy or sorrow, pain or peace. Delivered by none other than the most beloved and hated Knocker.
I wake to the sharp cold air burning my face. Shivering, I pull my blankets closer, ever since the accident twenty years ago, the world has become a second ice age.
By Casper5 years ago in Fiction
I remember it like it was yesterday. It was a little past 6 am, I had just woken up. I remember sitting at the edge of my bed wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt for pajamas, and a heart-shaped locket my fiance gave me.
Did it even happen? What went wrong? I should have prepared more. These were the questions going through everyone's head.
