Corner Brook

I amble my way towards the double-glazed doors, as the saffron-yellow sun glowed like a medallion in the sky. It was currently 4:00 PM, and I was on my way to a interview to take the position of running my fathers, now soon to be mine business. Coming up to the reflective double doors, I grab the handle swinging the door open and walking in casually. I mean, I am the founder of this businesses son, so things should run smoothly. Entering the main lobby, I make my way up to the front desk.

If you were hoping for a preview of the latest Modular Mac, or get the release of a redesigned MacBook Pro, fixing the problematic keyboards that have prompted several class action lawsuits from users, well, you were disappointed. Today's WWDC opening keynote presentation was all about software, and in the Tock phase of the tick-tock development cycle, we got several new housekeeping improvements, and features that can only be described as "fins."  And for filmmakers ... well, there's a few cool

When Leo first moved to New York, he was expecting to be able to work in one of the best hospitals and make a name for himself. He did not think that he would be sitting on the windowsill of his apartment and staring across at the building across from him, like some creeper. However, if this guy didn’t want people to watch him then he should close the fucking curtains instead of letting everyone get an eyeful. Said man was in his boxers currently dancing to what sounded like some awful pop song.

When entering the store I saw a female employee with short red curly hair slowly aligning and organizing the chips on display. A bag right next to her fell off onto the floor and she kept on walking, maybe not realizing, although I could hear it fall more than twice the distance. She was sluggish in her movements, appearing tired and on "auto pilot", so no contact was initiated. I briefly hovered in her vicinity and she never made eye contact or offered assistance. She did have her back to me a

Bang I don’t know what’s real anymore. I don’t know how long I’ve even been here. All I know is that I woke up on the cement floor of this prison cell, not knowing how I got here. There were thirty of us to start. Now, I am the last one. When I see them, they are in their enormous masks. Why they wear the masks all day, I still don’t know. Maybe the “masks” are for making a fashion statement, I smile at the thought of this being so absurd. My thoughts are cut off by the sound of the PA system’s

I'm not feeling very good about this. I feel like I did something horrible even though I didn’t do what they assumed I did. My body feels very cold, tired, and I am shivering, although my face feels warm and cozy. I see scratches on the walls from the past people who have been here, waiting for their inevitable interrogation, and possibly sentencing. I am by myself in this cell. I feel very annoyed, as me being at the party put me in this position in the first place. I’ll make sure to think twice

You manage to force a smile as you approach the entrance to the so called, “space of empowerment”. The passing strangers’ smiles show happiness, but you simply cannot understand why. In your mind, fog is draped over the trenches like a calming peace over the hellish battleground. Bullets will soon fly across rusted barbed wired fences. You can almost smell blood, so fresh you could almost taste the bitter metal used to destroy the body. This is war- not the child 's backyard play . World War

Baby No-Eyes: Kura Some of us go through tough experiences as children. In Patricia Grace’s novel Baby No-Eyes under the chapter of Kura, the reader gets to see how Gran Kura’s traumatic experience as a child is finally revealed after being held secret for sixty years. Throughout Kura, the reader is able to witness the many challenges that the characters face. These challenges range from the cultural situation in which the children live to the personal challenges that Kura herself faces when given

Soccer has been the love of my life since I was four years old. I cherished everything about it from the sweet smell of the grass to the most exhilarating feeling of scoring a goal. As a person who thinks too much, soccer is an escape hatch out of a cluttered world. Everything about the beautiful game flows so smoothly, from the first whistle to the last, it is like an well composed symphony where each touch is a note. It motivated me to do better in everything I did. As I continued to play and move

Once upon a time, a family of five, a mother, father, and triplets, decided to take a vacation by going to Honolulu, Hawaii to stay in a deluxe hotel. The three boys’ names were Big Timmy, Little Timmy, and Timmy. Everyone was very excited to go ride waves, eat food, and sleep a lot. The flight attendant has just called everyone to board the plane. The three boys and their parents rushed to the front of the line so they could get the best seats. Two hours before landing, the clouds became grey and