tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166059672011-04-21T19:13:52.669-07:00The short stories of a young writer and college student.Christianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18261898469513187241noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16605967.post-1138236883846850232006-01-25T16:50:00.000-08:002006-01-25T17:07:40.323-08:00

I usually leave work at around six, after all the traffic north of Little Rock has dissipated. If anyone is going to need my help, it would usually be before five, anyway, so I am playing it safe. I grabbed my hat, walked out the door, and locked it. Just as I did that, the phone in my office rang. I started to get my keys out to go back in, but I realized that it could probably wait until

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This is my fourth short story. It also happens to be my favorite.When I wake up, I am still oblivious to everything around me. I can only see what I need to in order to get ready for school. Today is alike and different in some ways. Physically, everything's the same. I do not feel like getting out of bed. However, mentally, I really can't grasp that today's going to be the last day I actually

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