Fiction

Characters:

JAMES: A wrestler, very calm and collected, except out on the mat in the spotlight. 

SHADOW: A strictly rule-following entity, always carrying a large book, gets flustered easily 

The snow fell in a layer thin enough for my footprints to reveal the concrete beneath each step. It lifted in waves when the wind skimmed the ground, like tall grass in an open field.

For years people worshiped Nature, she would help bring nutrients and food the the people.

I sighed as I set my car in park and opened the doors. I sat on the edge of my car seat for a while pondering what my life had become. But I had no other choice. Time for another day of work.

It is sunny outside. I feel the heat, I see the other birds chirping from their perch on a branch. I want to fly, the wind ruffling my feathers, two hundred feet above the ground.

The heavyweight champion of the world enters the ring.

“Boy, he looks solid, doesn’t he, Jim?”

“Sure does. Confident, like.”

My thumb slammed in the door, rapidly turning purple. At first I didn’t even realize, I had become that numb to reality, similar to how my thumb was about to be. My neighbor, Mr. Smithers, waved at me from across the way.

The icy Penobscot wind cut through me like a blade as I stared at the crow, now just a crumpled shadow in the snow. My dad’s shot had silenced its call, and it lay there, broken and defeated, a symbol of my own helplessness.

Brazil, the year forgotten. The sun is rising. 

The ocean longs for her beloved moon but she has already gone down. The sun has taken her place and the water finds no comfort in him.

He grabs my hand like he did last week—it might even be at the same time if I remembered— and pulls me across the hallway stained with the cafeteria's red sauce that students have been spilling for ages, and into what he calls "our place

I jump in my friend's car.

It's filled basically to the brim.

The area is small and compact.

How did she fit this many people in her tiny car?