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suggestions, poems and short stories are most welcomed. You can write me at frey1976@yahoo.com This page is last updated on July 9, 2000. Write
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fine for me. Even now, the memory of it still
makes my blood run cold. It was a totally ordinary day when it first happened:
I was taking a bath one cold December morning. I usually rinse my face with
soap twice but because of the cold I decided to do it only once. When the
lather finally thickened, it was a cue on myself that my pores now are well
scrubbed. I turned around and let the water run down my head. Slowly and
without any thought, I opened my eyes to let the water in and help clean my
eyeballs as well. At first sight I thought it was only water playing tricks on
my eyes for I seem to notice a liquid-like dancing figure in front of me. I
closed my eyes and pulled my head away, when I opened them, that is when I
shrieked: “NYAHH!” She
came to him in a dream. In soft whispers and light colors, without reason nor logic;
when feelings stay unmoved and senses left unguarded. Like a shadow, unreal and
yet so near. He just finished drinking from a faucet when, suddenly and
unannounced, heavy rain began to fall. He tried to return inside but stopped
when he realized it has already closed. Then he saw her, running hastily but
with purpose and precision toward the gate. She was carrying a couple of
towels, neatly folded on her hands, and he walks up to her. Without asking he
tried to grab one of her towels but she refused adamantly and in doing so lost
her footing and fell to the ground. He was taken aback, but before he could
compose himself and help her, people around them began taking her towels and
started using them as umbrellas. It didn't take long when there were only the
two of them left; and in his hands, the towel he successfully robbed her. Joseph woke up,
and felt his neck hurting. The rain has stopped. He straightened himself in his
seat and looked around. Some of the passengers are still sleeping; he found the
rest outside. He stood up, took his bag that was beside him and went out. The
moment he stepped down the bus warm sunlight struck his face. He welcomed the
comfort and then unzipped and took his jacket off his shoulders. Unlike half
his generation, he possessed the physique of a modern man. He has a
conspicuously thick neck, and broad shoulders. Underneath his shirt, one can
recognize powerful chests and a flat stomach. And at the age of nineteen, he
hasn't stopped growing up yet. On a more personal note, I have a
dear friend that resolutely believes that we can achieve WORLD PEACE. He has
dedicated his website for that purpose. If you believe, like we both do, that
we can never call ourselves HUMANS unless we declare our allegiance to
HUMANITY, please visit his website: http://www.vovun.freeservers.com/