The sulfuric smells were overpowering. Large groups of people huddled around a single spot. Aside from the occasional gurgle, the day was perfect. The sky above was the color of purest azure. People did murmur. There were some children who yanked on their mommy's or daddy's sleeve. All impatient over the big proclaimed miracle that occurred on time every day since God knows when. Standing on the platform far enough away, I too was just as impatient. When it did happen, it wasn't as marvelous as everyone proclaimed. As a young preteen, I turned up my nose. "Old Fateful isn't that big! I didn't even get wet!"
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Crystal Neal
Hello, my name is Crystal Neal. I have been writing for over twenty years, with a focus on short stories and poems. I am an aspiring writer and one day wish to write a full length novel.
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Ryan made his way across the commons. On the far side of the campus was a small independent bookstore, where he spent most of his time, aside from eating near the cafeteria. He wasn't enrolled in the school, despite the owner's urgings. On this day, the wind was especially strong. As he walked, the gusts whipped around him like a foreboding force—a warning he chose to ignore. He was running later than usual, and he knew his boss would likely scold him for it. Which made him more anxious than normal.
By Crystal Neal10 months ago in Fiction
One Unchecked Box
"Republished" because it was the only way to add the embed for the newly recorded audio version of this story due to the Top Story badge. Plus it serves as a nice, informal announcement of the podcast's revival for another season (go subscribe!):
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