I sat in the seat next to the weird elderly man with the dusty hat. I cried and cried. I could stop those tears from coming. Even after he told me to put the past away I couldn't, wouldn't, shouldn't didn't. It was the book and we were supposed to write it together but he'd [...]
I stood at the train station waiting. There were so many pigeons to talk to. One of them told me her name was Amelia and she had 11 pigeon children, but they didn't talk to her anymore. They all flew away to different places. And there was nothing I could do to comfort her. She [...]
I wanted to understand what he meant. He pointed to the mountain range confidently, like he knew what our destiny was. He did know. He was ready for me and I was ready for him. He turned to me and looked me deep in my green eyes. "Let me reintroduce myself as a man with [...]
"University of Your Mind?" I asked the blonde man as we rode down in the eerily silent elevator. My face was still flushed from yelling at James and his stupid ponytail. The blonde blue-eyed man looked at me with a ice cold gaze and said: "What do you think it means?" "I...don't know." I replied [...]
It's too late. I can't remember any of it. I thought as I sat silently, solemnly next to the elderly man on the cool train to Nowhere. Six hours and thirty minutes left to get to Nowhere. I closed my eyes and tried to remember being in the woods. I breathed in through my nose [...]
How could I "put the past away?" I wondered. By the time I'd gotten to the dark train station, there wasn't much left of my past. I'd forgotten my "real name." I was Julia now. He took all that from me. He ripped me of my innocence. He stole what was once mine and I [...]
I cried so hard that I could see. I wiped the tear festival from my eyes and took a deep breath in. I could feel the coolness of the artificial train air conditioning on my face solidifying my tears against my face. I briefly glanced out the window again only to see that it had [...]
I closed my eyes and relaxed in the hard plastic red seat. The elderly man next to me was reading a newspaper, or at least I think he was. My eyes were closed and I could hear the rustling of papers. I could only assume that he was shuffling through a newspaper. It was crisp [...]
