At the start, there had been a voice screaming in his head, urging him to leave. It had argued that he had no real obligation to be here, that he was free to leave, that nobody would stop him.
Now, the voice had almost faded to a memory. It still haunted him sometimes, whispering that he could still leave.
They had been hiking with their class on a âfield tripâ to the local middle-of-nowhere, and Ana had gotten a blister on her heel. Slowly, the brunette had dropped behind her friends.
Kenan had noticed. Of course he had. He always seemed to be there, laughing, joking, flirting. The boy had slowed his pace to match the girlâs, and they walked down the trail in almost complete silence, broken o...
Josh let the music fill his head. He nodded his head to the beat, humming the iconic guitar lines. His hand moved automatically, relying mostly on muscle memory.
People-watching was always my favorite hobby. You could figure out so much just by looking at how people interacted or even walked down the street.
Like that girl on the sidewalk, for example. She was a stranger to town, that much was obvious. Where did she think she was? We got quite a few strangers in our small town, but they were all workers at the local oil field, not slender, pretty bru...
Some nights I lay silently on the grass and listen to the trees argue. And honestly, they talk about the most interesting things. Some of it, I donât understand, like fhrengs. What even are fhrengs?
I always think to myself that next time Iâll be able to approach them. Next time Iâll talk to them. Only it never happens. Every time I try to stand up and go over to the glen, their voices fade ...
