John Smith was a man from New York. He grew up in the city, and rarely ever communicated with others. He played no sports, and preferred to stay inside and read books alone. At lunch he would sit by himself and read. He would only talk if spoken to. Eventually, John graduated from high school. He got a basic office job … Continue reading A Life Lived
CHAPTER FIVE The next morning is filled with yawns and groans as I groggily go along. At lunch, I was woken up by a teacher and received a stern lecture about how today’s generation spends too much time staying up late partying and playing on our “doohickeys”. I just nodded my head in agreement, apologized, and kept going about my business. … Continue reading The Show Must Go On: Chapter 5
Ian Curtis was born on July 15, 1956, in Stretford, Lancashire, England. He grew up in a working-class household with his parents, as well as a younger sister. Growing up he won many awards in school, and took up an interest in poetry. At age 11, he was granted a scholarship into Macclesfield’s Independent King School. After graduating from the school, Curtis’ family … Continue reading The Life of Ian Curtis
CHAPTER FOUR. We sit in the car, I grip the back of the front seat. I peer over Jason’s shoulder to look at the speedometer. We’re going 110 MPH. I turn and see the trail of dust following us, dimly illuminated by the car’s running lights. All it would take is to clip a tree or a deer to wander out in front of … Continue reading The Show Must Go On: Chapter 4
CHAPTER THREE. My phone rings, waking me up in the dead of night. I must have drifted off at some point during my existential crisis. My pillow is warm and coated with a layer of sweat. It’s hot, as usual. Since I’m upstairs, all the hot air in the house tends to rise up to my bedroom. My fan doesn’t help one bit. … Continue reading The Show Must Go On: Chapter 3
CHAPTER TWO. Jack’s isn’t much different from your typical general store you see in old pictures from the 1940s. It’s right in the middle of town, made of deteriorating red brick, and still has the white painted lettering from back in its prime when great-great Uncle Jack ran the place. Every other year, Jack gets somebody up there to paint it and keep it … Continue reading The Show Must Go On: Chapter 2
CHAPTER ONE. It feels like I’m submerged underwater. Every sound is distant and muffled. The windshield caves in and glass shatters everywhere. I see my own blood run out of the cuts caused by the debris. I can see the driver of the opposing car slumped over onto their steering wheel. “Mom? Dad? Are you guys okay?” Even though I’m yelling out for my … Continue reading The Show Must Go On: Chapter 1
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