Genre Short Story. Page - 210

It was spring. And they all were waiting for summer. Such beautiful time of the year! Such warm... Such hot... Sizzling... Season... Summer.

It will come. Be sure to come!

English version from the german story "der Weg". With some changes for sure.

This is the scone story and I just need to fill this box...so just ignore what im wroitibg. How are you? This is the stupidest thing bookrix. Makes us do

A JOURNEY INTO OBLIVION AND BACK. JOHN-PAUL ROBERTSON SHARES THE SHORT STORY OF THE INVISIBLE MAN AND HIS REACTIONS TOWARDS LIFE IN A SPIRITUAL FORM

This is just something I wrote, one night.

Buddy Hazelton, chairman of the Brandenburg College philosophy department, quit his job to join the Waverly Brothers Traveling Circus. Later today the middle-aged man is being shot out of a cannon.

Jake is standing on the edge of a cliff. He is desperate and wants to jump. Monika, a friend from school tries to stop him. Can she succeed or will fate take an unexpected turn?

I rummaged around in my chest and dug out this baby. This is one of my first works from 1990.

People act and are fictitious. Resemblance to persons living or dead is entirely coincidental and unintentional.

There’s no perspective, no dimension to what you see when you look at the inside of your eyelids with the sun shining through, but if you focus carefully, you can see all kinds of objects floating around inside your eyes. Little black bits, translucent shapes, amoeba-like object, which follow your eyes around as you move them within your sockets. I asked my Mom once what they were and she very cleverly told me that they were the cleaners, put there by God to destroy any harmful bacteria that tried to get into your brain through your eyeballs. The black bits, she said, were those objects, bits of sand, grit, and poisons in the air, hell-bent on getting to your brain and making a zombie out of you. It’s funny what you’ll believe when you’re that age. – VISIONS IN MY MINDS EYE
Arthur Howe takes your mind on a journey. A journey of visions, fantasies and tales of the credible yet unbelievable.

No electricity, no food, no water. Nothing electric works. The sky is on fire, and everyone looks out for themselves. This is the city Odd lives in, full of hate, tension and violence. Oh and gangs. What would you do? Help others? help yourself? Or lose it completely?