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{The Friendly Rider | Creative Writing
The white bus with blue and red stars, tinted windows and the name “The Friendly Rider” drove quietly through the small town. The slogan under the innocent name proclaimed “an easy way to get from here to there”. The sun was sinking on the horizon, signaling the end of the calm summer evening. The only…
Read More{Elevator Etiquette | Creative Writing}
Elevators. Why were they invented? I understand that sometimes they are useful, but more often they are just plain awkward. I just spend ten days in hotel that only had stairs in case of a fire emergency. Needless to say I had lots of experience riding elevators. The more I rode, the more I wished…
Read More{ "That" good of friends | Creative Writing – Personal}
The girl waited impatiently to leave the plane. She stood in the isle with her backpack slung across one shoulder and her suitcase at her feet. She pulled at the neck of her Twins sweatshirt and shifted. Thoughts flashed through her brain, ‘was this really a good idea?’ she second guessed herself. Eventually the line…
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