I sat swinging my legs on the bar stool, staring at the counter, trying to look occupied, when a tall man sat down next to me. I looked over at him as he ordered a drink, paying with a sleek credit card. He took the shot and drank it quickly, signaling the bartender for another. “Drowning your worries?” I asked him, spinning my chair to face him. He looked me over, taking in my short frame. “I'm trying,” I studied him for a moment, then spoke. “You’re not from around here are you?” He smiled at me, then looked down at the table. “That obvious, huh?” “Honestly, it’s the tan.” “I’m from Florida actually, Jacksonville.” I gave him a strange look. “If you’re from someplace as nice as that, what are you doing in this dump?” Saying nothing, …show more content…
As he drove, we started to talk. We talked about food, the weather, the sights. I learned his favorite color was green, and he didn’t like Japanese food, except for rice and, although he had been to 24 countries, he has never visited Italy and it is his biggest regret. “Well, if you want to go so bad, then you should. What’s holding you back?” I asked. “Just things,” he sighed. “First my job, then my sister got sick, now my wedding. Things just keep piling up.” “What about a honeymoon?” “Well, Julia wants to go to Hawaii, and it’s Hawaii, so I don’t really mind,” Gabriel turned down my driveway and stopped the car in front of my house. “Would you like to come in for a drink? My roommate is home, but she’s probably asleep by now,” I said, opening the car door and stepping out. “Thank you, really, but I should be getting back to my hotel. It was a real pleasure Mia, I hope I can see you again,” “Yea, maybe. Have a nice night Gabriel,” *** After three weeks of rain, the sun made its first appearance. The geese who lived in the small pond were swimming in the water, reflecting the evening light. “Well, change of plans,” came a voice next to me. Gabriel was leaning against the fence staring at the water. “It seems I may be staying a while
“ Yes Jonas, to truly reach Elsewhere, you must embrace what took the rest there” she gulped.
"If you don't mind me asking, where are you from? I know that you aren't from around this area with an accent like that."
The window was cold to the touch. The glass shimmered as the specks of sunlight danced, and Blake stood, peering out. As God put his head to the window, at once, he felt light shining through his soul. Six years old. Age ceased to define him and time ceased to exist. Silence seeped into every crevice of the room, and slowly, as the awe of the vision engulfed him, he felt the gates slowly open. His thoughts grew fluid, unrestrained, and almost chaotic. An untouched imagination had been liberated, and soon, the world around him transformed into one of magnificence and wonder. His childish naivety cloaked the flaws and turbulence of London, and the imagination became, to Blake, the body of God. The darkness lingering in the corners of London slowly became light. Years passed by, slowly fading into wisps of the past, and the blanket of innocence deteriorated as reality blurred the clarity of childhood.
could be better," he replied. "What do you plan to do?" "I don't know yet. But we'll
“No miss, I am just visiting my cousins for the summer. I’m actually from Saint Louis. Missouri.”
"I'm not from around here. Not Florida, not even the USA." His eyes focused on the glass and he licked his lips but Joe kept his hand on it. "Not even this planet, not even this universe."
“Why can’t I go out?” I questioned her, my heart pounding, and arms quivering. She simply sighed.
Sabastian Inlet is where tropical waters begin so it’s the next milestone we were looking forward to. When we left Cape Canaveral, we figured it would be a few days before we made it to those clear warm tropical waters. With anticipation hanging thick around the boat, we pushed on.
I can hear the hum of taxi cabs whizzing past me as I stand on the corner of the busy downtown street. New York City! I still can't believe that I'm here or that I'm staying here. Aunt Allison was so sweet to let me live in her place whilst she travels around south America. I step out onto the road when the traffic light changed from green to red.
“No, I read your face. Now are you going to ask why I am here? Or better yet, why are you here?” His smile, dispassionate as he finished.
"I am sure that she will be overjoyed to see you again," Jiraiya said with a little chuckle.
Beth grabbed my shoulder “look Alexis you should take a risk sometimes you always wanted to go to a foreign country, and look we can all go so I doubt that they can take on four girls who practice martial arts in college.” A huge laugh broke through my concern
“Is that you?” a tall, curly brown hair boy said in confusion.Miles, he was always the funny
"If she did then why did you have to almost force her to go with you. I think you are taking this cool thing a little to far."
I gathered my belongings that consisted of my navy blue, tattered notebook and my peach pink purse shoveling my iphone, wallet, and headphones somewhere within the pockets, from the black leather passenger seat of my sleek black Mercedes. I hopped out softly closing the door and ensuring I had locked it. Crossing the parking lot as more students arrived, the lot filled with numerous vehicles, some highly exquisite and others trashed and beaten. I glanced up as I took in the large university ahead of me. The contrast of the brick standing out against the white of the walls that secured the building, giving it an antique atmosphere.