Duneview, more like Doomview, Liz thought as she maneuvers her car toward the town of Duneview, population 123.
Whistling, he walks his bike down the narrow alley, feeling glad he didn’t listen to his mother and drive. There’s no way I can drive my SUV here, he eyes the narrow street.
When it came time for Senior Yearbook prediction, he was voted “Most likely to spend rest of life in parents’ basement.” As much as he wanted to prove anyone wrong, he could not.
True story… “Why do you want to be a mathematician?” Mom said, “You can’t make any money from that.”
“Guys, stop what you’re doing! We got trouble.” Johnny runs in to the playroom. The room’s suddenly still.
“Hello!” My voice echoes as I enter the hangar. “Hello!” Hey, this is kinda fun.
“Lao-huan-tong,” mother muttered under her breath, adults return to being children again.
“Be with you in a minute!” I shout and descend the ladder.
Based on real life event…
Loosely based on real life events…
His paddle-board is all he had left. His house, car, and belongings, all gone when the 40-foot tsunami-wave came. He somehow survived by holding onto the paddle-board.
“Is it Halloween already?” I watch the truck full of hay bales rolls through the normally tiny sleepy French town.
“I’m telling you, he isn’t a good man.” Her sister’s words came echoing in her brain as she crouched lower behind the shrubs. Despite the roaring river beside her, all she could hear was her heart’s thump of terror. “Oh Val, where are you?” Her boyfriend sing-songed, cracking his knuckles. “Come out and play. You…
“He tried to fly before he could ride a bike.” The homeless old man said.
“I had a great night,” I say with a smile glued my face.
“That’s it!” Grinding his teeth, he hurled his creation to the ground and stomped on it until it was unrecognizable. Then he jabbed a finger at his sister, “I don’t want to hear a peep from you.”
Sometimes, having a daring heart isn’t a good thing.
All it took was a momentary flash.
It is never easy. It has never been easy for me to let go but this must be done. The inevitable has been dragged on for far too long. Just to do it, say it.
It’s easy to forget things sometimes like the fact that just five years ago, I was living in the van that’s now gathering dust in my driveway, that whenever I’d go in for job interviews and scribble a random address on the form, that I might be the luckiest person in the world.
Her scream could be heard from the dormitory. “What’s going on?” A few students asked as they gathered behind her.
Ladies and gentlemen, I am a bookworm. (audience laughs) After digesting hundreds if not thousands of book, do you know what I think is the worst possible story ending?