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The Ghost in Jersey (EDITED)
It was in that moment that she came face-to-face with the truth. Without hesitation, she rushed out of the door and drove straight to the last place she had seen him - Point Pleasant, New Jersey. Finding solace on a bench, she patiently waited, immersing herself in the symphony of sounds surrounding her. Laughter of children filled the air as they gleefully darted toward various rides and games, their parents futilely attempting to slow them down or keep them in one place. The distant jingles and clangs of fair games provided a faint backdrop to the bustling atmosphere of the pier. Amidst the chaos, the fairground rides roared like they were on the verge of collapse, yet everyone had unwavering faith in their durability. While everyone around her seemed to be enjoying themselves, she stood apart. Silently, she waited, gazing out at the vast expanse of the Atlantic Ocean, her patience unwavering.
By The Liv Chapters4 years ago in Fiction
Who's Your Daddy?
I was born in the fall of 1952. My mother was an elementary school teacher and my father worked for the city. He was a wiry little man with a brilliant sense of humor, as I recall. He could light up a room just by thinking about the room. He could also light up a cigarette and then do magic tricks with it. One of his tricks was particularly brilliant. He would first light the smoke and then grip the unlit end between his tongue and his lower front teeth and pivot the cigarette back, open his mouth wide, rotate the burning end back and inside his mouth, close his mouth and blow smoke out of his nose and his right ear. I know this sounds like I’m making it up, but he really could do it. The nose part I got because I could do the same with a glass of milk. My dad taught me how to do that one. He figured, at the time, that I was too young to be performing cigarette tricks so, he showed me how to take a mouthful of milk, close my lips tight build up some pressure and blow it out through my nose. Much to the chagrin of my poor mother, my two older brothers and my three sisters could also perform the same trick. On a good night at the supper table, my mom would consider herself lucky if only a couple of us spewed a white stream of dairy product back into our glass before we drank it. Eeewww! I know. Gross right?
By John Oliver Smith4 years ago in Fiction
The betrayal
"I finished reading that book that you suggested," Sienna said to Ricky, "You were right, I loved it." "I told you that you would. I know you by now," then he stood up and went to the kitchen table, "I have another one for you. So much like the one you just read. You'll love it."
By Talara Nolan4 years ago in Fiction
Family Secrets
His world was a dark narrow view of rain-streaked streets, flashes of light in passing windows giving glimpses into the lives of strangers. He rode the bus all night, an ache behind his eyes. Hunched down in his green canvas overcoat he tried to sleep but he kept replaying the moment. If he hadn't been snooping around in the attic he would never have found the bundle of letters that could solve the mystery. He was excited to tell Lucie but first, he needed to see if his mother was still with the jerk who took her away.
By Tree Langdon4 years ago in Fiction
The FOURTH DIMENSION
It started like any other day. The alarm went off. light trickled through the window leaving little specks flying through the air. The visible material in the atmosphere kept my mind pondering the idea of the existence of something after this life. I learned in elementary science that Atoms never die. We are made of tons of this material.
By Trycia Lino4 years ago in Fiction
Sweet Lullaby
Enjoying a stroll around the neighbourhood, Bill grooved with the music blaring in his earphones, but happened to glance at one of the many decks in the suburban borough. Another young couple was having a heated debate with one another, not even caring about the fact that their conversation was being eavesdropped by literally everyone nearby. Bill took out his guitar, as he did many-a-time and started playing a song in a slow soothing manner. Pretty soon, the couple was no longer arguing and were only quietly conversing. After nearly a minute, they embraced one another with all the anger and frustration evaporated into thin air. Finishing his song, Bill’s eyebrows furled and he snarled at the sky as all that anger that was plaguing the couple descended upon him. Walking speedily past the busy city streets, someone accidentally bumped into him, resulting in an outburst of anger. “What’s wrong with you man? Watch where your headed idiot!”
By Jesse Leung4 years ago in Fiction
Emily?
Welcome to Bronzeville, where everyone here is just a runner up to the runner up. Well, that’s what it feels like growing up here. All of our schools have never won first place in any tournament. Not even against a neighboring city. This town could use talent of any sort. I think we’d take any type at this point. “Emily! Foods ready, come down please”. Ugh as I’m doing an important assignment my mom decides to interrupt. I was on the brink of something good, I feel.
By jada worthy4 years ago in Fiction
A Father's Daughter!
A Father's Daughter! Opening Scene Act 1! (In the background all you hear is the sound of his old fashioned wall clock, ticking... ticking away....Tick,Tick,Tick,Tick.) He is sitting in his chair at the table reading the paper and drinking his coffee as he has done 100's of times before. But on this day everything was about to change his life forever, there came the sound of the doorbell and a strong knock at the door.
By Jennifer Cooley4 years ago in Fiction
