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TowerIn this city, there is one distinctive feature, a radio tower smack dap in the middle. It's hard not to miss it; the red and white piercing the blue skies, the light blinking on and off. Most people hate it. I look up to it. It alone stands above everything and everyone, especially here in this park.
I want to rise above everything and everyone.
But for now, I can only gaze up at its magnificence, waiting for my day to rise.
ConfessEvery year I confess to him. Every year I spill my heart out to him. He must think I'm crazy. He never says anything. He smiles and only says thank you, it's nice to hear that. I had been doing it for three years now. This is my last chance, we graduate in May. Today is my last confession to him.
"Jack," I said. "I like you."
"Thank you." He said smiling. "It's nice to hear."
"This is my last confession," I added.
"Last time I'll hear this?" He wondered.
He leaned down and kissed my cheek. "Thank you again." He said. "This is all I can offer."
I blushed. "It's more than I ever dreamed."
Birds of a FeatherWe've been friends since elementary. We've seen each other at our highest and lowest points, at beginning and endings. We've both have had our share of love and hate. We've both have had the occasional misplaced feelings, quickly shelving those emotions once the words escaped our mouths. Today, after twenty years of friendship, we've decided to move in together. It was something we've always talked and joked about.
"Would you two get a room already?" Janis, one of my girl friends, often said. I know what she really meant, but for us to take it to this extreme is something else.
At first, it was like an extended sleep over. When we were younger, we would spend nights at each other's house. When we got into high school, we stopped, embarrassed if our other friends knew. In college, it was whenever we felt like crashing at each other's place. It was usually mine since all the good bars were in my area.
As time went on, living with him became awkward. Whenever we brought a date or fling, w
Boys Being Boys"1 2 3 " Randy counted.
"Whatcha countin'," George asked.
"All them bugs," Randy pointed at the log.
"That's alotta 'em." George started to count too.
"Hey, yur gonna mess me up."
"Sorry," George tried to count in his head.
George and Randy counted the creepy crawlers until the sun set. They could hear their mothers calling in the distance.
"How many ya git, Randy?"
"Forty-two, I lost count few times."
"I gots," He scratched his head. "I forget."
The boys laughed as they headed home for supper.
His WordsThe light illuminates Josie's face as she conceals herself under her sheets. She grasps her phone tightly, her thumb pressing the desired buttons. Her eyes read the words across the screen; her chest tightens at the notion of each one. Josie tries to remember to breathe, words attempting to steal away her precious air.
Feels so long ago he sent her those loving words. Now, she reads them, wondering, contemplating, what happened between the couple. The words so sweet on the screen, tickled her. The words so bitter, echoed in her mind, leaking from her eyes.
Her thumb moves, the screen asking to erase his words. Josie buries her face into the pillow, crying into the still, night air.
AchooShe sneezed for what felt like the millionth time. She blew her nose into a wet tissue. Mucus unloaded onto the moist sheet. The tissue felt completely used, no room left for anything else. She crumpled the rag and tossed it toward the waste basket. But like most balls of sheer paper and clear fluids, it hit the rim and landed on the floor, adding to the mountainous pile of snot.
Protocol"I told you to leave me behind," Jason yelled at his subordinate.
"And I told you I never leave anyone behind," Mayra rebutted back to her commanding officer.
"You will put the whole crew in danger." Jason loaded the gun Mayra handed him, putting the extra ammo in his breast pocket.
Sirens wailed as red lights danced up and down the corridors. The two ran past guards, not missing a beat, every second their life depending on the rhythm.
Ode to the Slush Puppy"What is this white shit that falls from the sky!" Ami screamed.
"That would be snow, Ami." Her brother said.
"Sure it isn't demons? Look!" Ami tried to hit it, stomp on it, and then impale it with a broom. "DIE!"
Her brother laughed. "What are you trying to do?"
"Kill it!" She said with rage in her eyes. "But it burns! And it freezes as it burns!"
"I'm going inside; you can stay out here and be a slush puppy."
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