Adventure
One thousand pieces of sugar paper
During the summer vacation in the first grade, I went to my grandmother's house in Beijing as a guest. It was the age of "seven years old and eight years old to be disliked", and a girl named Shixiang from the next yard came to be my friend, and we played all kinds of games to make grandma's house restless. My cousin was recovering at my grandmother's house, and she couldn't sit still any longer. One day, she said to us, "Do you know what it means to be tired?" Shixiang and I looked at each other and laughed without a name. Yes, what does it mean to be tired? We never thought about it. Tiredness is so far away from us. Sometimes I hear grown-ups say, "Oh, I'm so tired." They are tired because they are adults. When we finally stopped laughing, my cousin said, "Doesn't Sehyang have some candy paper, why don't you spend some time saving it?" I remembered that Sehyang did let me visit some of the candy paper she had saved, which were dozens of beautiful pieces of cellophane, stuck inside a thin book. But I was neither interested in her sugar paper nor did I find it interesting. But Sehyang was interested, "Why do you want us to save the candy paper?" "If you save up a thousand pieces of candy paper, your cousin will give you an electric dog, the one that barks."
By Moxadple ggg4 years ago in Fiction
Train living
You wake up from what feels like a deep sleep. You have no idea how long you have been out. The first thing you notice is that you are on a train. You try and remember how you came to be on the train. As hard as you try, you cannot remember. You look for a ticket and you do not have one.
By Jeremy White4 years ago in Fiction
The first hope
That Sunday my mother promised to take me out, I don't remember where, maybe to the zoo, maybe somewhere else, but she promised a long time ago. It's not wrong to take me out on that Sunday; it's not wrong to look forward to a day for the first time in one's life; and that's what my mother had promised to do the morning before: go, of course.
By Moxadple ggg4 years ago in Fiction
Shoot for the Stars
I woke up in darkness so pure I couldn’t tell the difference between having my eyes open or closed. I could tell, as my mind became self-aware again, that I was moving somehow. A gentle rocking threatened to take me back into the rest I was trying to climb out of. Slowly, like I was defrosting, I began to move my head back and forth to try and find some light from my surroundings.
By D.D. Schneider4 years ago in Fiction
Southbound. Runner-Up in The Runaway Train Challenge.
Jacob wakes up with his face pressed against plush seats and his feet suspended in midair. His stomach lurches as his body struggles to find equilibrium. He rubs the gunk from his eyes and blinks away the heavy sleep that tugs at his thoughts. His bare feet brush against a metal rack set into the wall close to the ceiling – no, the floor –
By Addison Horner4 years ago in Fiction
