Capitonia's Short Story

Out on the street, Greene’s eyes circulate to observe her surroundings. Weed’s sprout up through cracks in the road and sidewalks, the overgrown vegetation trails up through the buildings. Infused in its presence, the leaves engulf each structure. Crowded though it is, an eerie silence resonates in the air. People pass back and forth, their heads tilted down, pushing forward with an urgent persistence. Cander walks with a similar determination, his head tilted down, the surrounding environment not alien to him.

The night drew closer around the individuals who, some in dreams, some in panic, seemed to react to impending danger and turned, some to nightmares, some to an eerie calm, as those on death row that accepted their demise for what it was, an abrupt shattering of their existence. Be that as it may, however, some did not wish to go so simply. While some wished for a calm ending, but embraced nevertheless a less subtle end, that of fire and mutilation, others feared it for what it was, or what it could be. Some feared being lost, trapped in a dungeon of previously sound architecture, to watch the edges of their vision turn to the blackness of

As I stood there, propped up against the chair, waiting for Carrie to finish packing up her belongings, I was overwhelmed at the thought of Civitan not being the same. I stared off at the chipped, peeling, uneven paint, the stained carpet, the emptiness of the office.

We were finally arriving at the whitecaps fifth third bank stadium. We showed them our tickets and walked in, i got hit a blast of heat and the smell of all the delicious foods.

On a balmy evening came Don home and looked around, took off his jacket. He then made himself a cup of tea and a sandwich, he sat down at the table and ate it with pleasure, and drank the tea. When he was done, he gave everything in the dishwasher. Don heard noises from the living room and followed them, he smiled when he saw Meryl and went to her and hugged her from behind and kissed her cheek tenderly and asked "How was your day my dear?" You "I had a pleasant day" kissed him on the lips and stroke gently down his cheeks.

Couldn't resist but share the charms...it brings memories of the xenophobic attacks. I woke up one morning in 2008 with the television and lights on, thinking what's going on I walked to the lounge and found my father and a couple of adeero.

The echoes of her shoes scurried away, climbing up the walls and throwing themselves from the tops of lockers back at her. She focused on the bouncing thuds of her steps. When Cecelia did that, the hallway was empty, but the moment her attention was diverted, the shadows hardened into bodies and the bodies focused into faces and the faces sharpened into twisting sneers.

I had an epiphany last night. I’m not sure how I feel about it. Epiphanies are always bittersweet. I feel like I’m a pretty self aware person, most of the time. At least enough to realize that I really don’t know myself very well at all. Just when I think I have myself figured out, I surprise myself with new thoughts about who I am as a person and what dictates and shapes my actions and emotions. It’s interesting and refreshing to learn new things about myself. I’ve known myself for 23 years and I still don’t really know myself at all. It’s weird when you think of it in that way. You meet someone and feel like you fully know them after a few years, but how can that be possible if you don’t even truly know yourself? Do we ever fully know ourselves? Or do we lay on our death beds still having realizations that had never occurred to us before?

anything excites me. The kiss gave me a wonderful sensation. If there could be something between us, then yes, let’s embrace it. But if not, life carries on.”

Cree said she did whatever the “thing” was, but I couldn’t stop thinking about what she said about me being one of “them”. One of what I thought I’m so confused I mean I’m just an ordinary kid right? Maybe not. Cree’s hand slipped from mine because of the arguing everyone was doing and I wanted to shut it all out and run but first I had to know what Cree ment. “Cree what do you mean I’m one of you?” she looked at me and said “You’re a caster like me and Emmie”. “What’s that?” I asked. “Someone with power to do a lot of things a normal person can’t.” “ Yeah powers someone should earn like the rest of us not be given for free Cree.” Emmie said. By then everyone wanted nothing to do with each

Montresor awoke with a pounding headache, his face pressed against something hard and smooth. He opened his eyes a crack to glare of the bright white wooden floors that reflected the light of the morning sun into his sensitive eyes. He could feel his heartbeat pounding in his head, the deep thrum a heavy indication of what had

Hordes of herculean men boarded the magnificent ship burdened with purpose. Many would called them heroes for the journey they were about to brave. Angry waves crashed upon the ocean shore and a fresh salty breeze sailed through the air. They hastily prepared for their voyage, following orders barked by their fearless leader, Arius, demi-god of Ares. Arius had just returned victoriously from a fight with a cyclops, or so he said. The king’s eldest daughter, Adila, was being held hostage. They were retiring to the sea in hopes of rescuing the princess and return her to her father for great reward and riches. The crew loaded the last of their provisions and released the ship from the harbor, it’s dragon figurehead facing open sea.

The silence shattered. All around me, I could hear mechanical screeches and squeals. The echoes and shadows of voices were overwhelming. My brain was having trouble processing. I felt blinded and lost.

It was a frigid afternoon in mid February. As Judy sat on the crowded bus, just a couple seats away from the door; she realized that the next stop was hers. Judy dreaded as she stood up and got out of her seat. A unsettling feeling filled Judy’s mind, a feeling like someone might have forgotten something. She didn’t know what it was, but she sensed something wasn’t right. She quickly stopped and turned around to check and see if her siblings were coming too. She already knew that her younger brother Mark was already off of the bus. While she looked to the back of the bus, she noticed Donna, Mary, and Carol finally standing up and heading towards the front. As the wave of relief hit Judy, she finally walked off the bus.

Suddenly, echoes of past joyous screams were replaced by a single, blood curdling scream coming from the direction of the cloakroom. The sound, filled with fear, tore through the arena and bounced off hard walls, sending instant shivers down the spines of the stage crew. The band’s manager, Stewart, ran down the bleak hallway to find a cleaner, standing in terror facing the centre of the large, well lit room. A strong,