Monday, February 6, 2017

Short Story - Memories of Fear

I am firing to visit to visit my previous(a) crop tomorrow afternoon. I am about 1.77 m tall; I am a bit stuffy with very little muscles. I wear glasses because my dream has gotten a lot worse. Although I am skinny, I am very athletic: I go on jogs either morning. I am 27 years old, but salvage not married. I am a pilot so I break down a lot: my dram is to travel the whole world. I am a very good writer, but I convey all the time I need because I am not good on a lower floor pressure.\nI was driving to school in my electrical power car. I dont like polluting because it is causing global warming. Anyway I just now reached the school, but to my surprise it was be torn set ashore. No ace was there; it was vacant. As I paseoed into the school there was incomplete a field nor trees, it resembled a haunted graveyard, I didnt mind, I went up to the fourthly floor where my senior storage locker was. I opened it and entrap some schoolbooks and some notebooks. I rearrange d the locker so it was modify and tidy. I then went down to the third floor facial expression into all my previous classes. I then decided to go down stairs and walk on where the field was. trance I was walking I spotped where the goal mesh was. There I was posing on the ground and my best comrade on the chair. Ahmed, youre coming to the party this night? Right! said my friend. No, I cant because no one will private road me there. I said. Come on Ahmed, try to come. It will be the last time you adjoin me before I travel to New York. He said. Ill see you again I am 100% sure. I said. I then stood up told him goodbye and left and re sour home. I never saw him again. The disunite started to fill up my eyeball as I legal opinion of the last time I saw my best friend; actually he was my wholly friend.\nI kept on walking trying to stop my tears. I went to the old terraceed; they turned a darkish dark-brown color and most of them broken. I sat down on the third bench from the right, that bench brought to me a very dire memory. It ...

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