A Short Trip - Original Writing

“Not bad,” replied Gabby, who had thrown her bag up on the counter and was trying to fish out a lighter, “just got off!” Both of her stockings had a run in them and flicks of discarded food stuck to the sides of her tennis shoes. Her dress was black and sparkling. Vernon could tell she worked at another diner the moment she got out of the cab. The waitress flipped over an empty cup and poured out what was leftover of the coffee. Gabby had lite her cigarette, inhaled a drag, took a sip, and exhaled out a thick cloud of smoke in one single breath. “Ended up pulling a double?” The swirls in the smoke seemed to actuate Gaby's words. “Don’t remind me!” replied the waitress, who had removed one of her flats and was rubbing her heel, “I’ve been on and off my feet since 9:30 this morning.” Gabby looked towards the front of the diner at the back of Vernon’s head and then back at the waitress. “Rough night?” “Nope,” replied the waitress, “he’s been coming in here late for the last month or so, keeps to himself.” They both could see that Vernon was moving his hands while he was talking to himself. “We still on for tonight,” asked Gabby. “Maybe,” said the waitress, “as long we can get a table.” The band aids on the back of her heels needed to be replaced with new ones. Gabby

What laid in my hand was my literal golden ticket to the world. This small, flimsy card could take me anywhere I wished to go to in New York City but I didn’t enjoy this privilege all my life. I grew up in a neighborhood where my family and I didn’t need to travel far for a doctor’s checkup or a grocery run. My whole world consisted of a few streets in Brooklyn. Unfortunately, my parents could neither drive nor afford many rides on our MetroCard. I had seen places like the Empire State Building and Central Park merely in pictures so the inner adventurer in me yearned to see what was outside Brooklyn.

To Hulga's misfortune, the ladies had been making quick work of the contents of the bottle. Ms. Hopewell drank herself into oblivion as a result of Mrs. Freeman's unending babbling. Mrs. Freeman lugged her to the nearest bedroom and tucked her in for the night. After babysitting Ms. Hopewell for a short while, Mrs. Freeman retired to her residence and slipped into an alcohol induced coma of her own. The peaceful chatter of rainwater on the house ensured hours of uninterrupted hibernation through the

Maude entered and Ginny heard her gown before she saw Maude. The gown was swishing and smacking against walls. "Thank you Mrs. Miller, sorry it took so long, I could not decide what to to wear. Now where is Miss Miller?"

This trip was unlike any other ones.Getting lost at such a big place, was a scary experience. This is a moment, that I will always remember that changed my outlook on people. No matter what, I learned to put the past behind me and be cautious of my surroundings. I guess that it just shows to make sure you know where everyone is at all times because you never know what can and will happen. From this experience, I learned to keep up with my group at all times and make sure I don’t get left behind even if I don’t like the people I’m working with. This time in my life reminds me to keep a watchful

She got most of her travelling stories from her dad. Tanya said that when she was growing up, her dad told amazing stories that seem too real to be ture. This inspired Tanya to share her story with the world. Tanya states “ when you start thinking, “this is too outrageouse to be true,” you really do just need to go read the news articles at my site.” I definitely agree with the critic that “ from the first page that you keep forgetting this book is not fiction, but a true-life story.

My knees shivered as I walked up the huge steps onto the bus. Millions of things were running through my mind; I was nervous. There was a loud chatter throughout the bus, but it wasn’t normal chatter. Everyone was on a light edge as we were all more than aware about what we were about to face. The bus pulled up into a familiar area. Elsternwick was busy and the sun was bright. I personally am always in Elsternwick and I never knew the museum was

woman as she worked around the main mast. "Come with me Matthew," how her body tingled as his name left her lips.

His mother went to sleep at midnight, and she wasn’t going to wake up. She downed more than her fair share of a wine bottle at dinner, and he caught her taking swigs of it throughout the night.

“NO!” He shouted as he whipped around to face her. In his anger he hadn't realized how close she had gotten and accidentally elbowed her in the eye as he spun around. Although not intentional, he hit her hard enough to knock her backwards onto the bed. Louie looked at her in dismay for a second, before softly calling out “Babe..?”

I was starting to worry, it is getting dark out.” She told me kissing my forehead. “Now come help me with dinner.’ Taking my hand and dragging me away, but not before I could see the smugness of my brother’s face. I sent him a glare before making it into the kitchen. The rest of the night went on, and rather like other nights when we’ve been together. We sat down, ate, and talked. Nothing particularly special about the rest of that night, excepting George’s visit. Still though, this was one of the few occasions we could actually all come together. At least one that was enjoyable. The next morning was one I was genuinely looking forward to. But when I woke up hearing Mum calling me. So I had gotten dressed, in a skirt this time, in an effort to silence her. I left my room expecting to see my mother making breakfast. But instead seeing two officers of sorts, waiting at the open door. With my mother and father standing in front of

“Yes, yes. No, don’t worry; you are a valued guest, my dear.” he quickly answered before even letting me finish what I was about to say.

He frowns intently at the sign taped on the inside of the door. 'Family emergency', it says.

A woman sits in her home watching television and eating dinner alone. She turns the channel to the nightly news, only to listen to the latest story about a young girl from her area who went missing. The young girl’s fate was too gruesome for the woman who was eating dinner alone, so she thanked the universe that her fate had turned out so much better. After all, she never went to parties with strange men, and she always carried herself in an upright fashion. Except one day all that did not matter, because what had happened to the young girl also happened to her, and worse, from a man she trusted. The woman did not go missing, although, sometimes she wishes she had, because now every man in her life is a reminder that she is not safe. She is now weary when the sun goes down, and worried around unknown corners. She is not alone, women all over the world carry pepper spray, and clutch their keys a little too tightly whenever faced with the task of traveling alone, especially at night.

“Salut,” the guests had repeated, clinking glasses and sharing smiles. I felt so happy, but as I looked over to Giovanna, my grin had disappeared. She typically is the life of the party and is extremely joyful, but she was just gloomily staring down at her glass with an ashamed look on her face.