There are people like me, who just want to walk away and never look back. To forget everything. To become nothing but an individual in the here and the now. A person without a past. A person with nothing to bring them down, except for the absence of that past and the questions left by it. “Who am I?” “Where did I come from?” “Why am I here?”
And then there are people like her that are just that- a past. A memory. Something someone like me would spend years trying to forget.
I remember the first time I met her. The first time I was lost in those damn blue eyes. It was on the city bus one fall afternoon. I was on my way out of town, looking forward to starting my new life.
“Is this seat taken?” She asked politely in her sweet, young voice. Four words that would forever change me. I didn’t argue as I caught her scent. Every now and then I think I catch it on the breeze, and it still makes me light headed.
We rode that damn bus around the city for the rest of the day, until it ended at the station. We’d get to my stop and I’d ask “Are you getting off?”
“No,” she’d smile and reply.
“Neither am I.”
We’d hit it off immediately. We held hands as I walked her home. We were falling in love. Continue reading ‘Buses and One Night Stands’
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About twenty years ago, I was a naughty boy and a little bossy. I fought with other boys almost every day and sometimes I fought with my elder sister. I was five or six years old when I saw Superman on T.V the first time. It seemed he could do everything, so he became my idol. My dream was to be a Superman.
Finally I made up my mind to be Superman. So I called up all of my friends and said in front of my house, “Is there any body that can jump from that second floor?” A silence flew through my friends. I said, “All right, all of you are like chickens, but I can do it”. They said “Are you sure?” I said “Sure! And if I do it, I’ll get all the marbles that you have, but if I fail, you will get all of my marbles. Good deal?” They said, “O.K” So I went up to the second floor with the Superman costume, stood at the edge of the floor for a few seconds, and took a deep breath. I felt cold because I was almost naked. But what a brave boy! I jumped with my arms extended like Superman. During the flight, though it was just a second, I could see every eye of my friends get wider.
“CRASH!” I fell down on the ground. And I was knocked out for just a moment.
When I opened my eyes slowly I could see my mom’s nose. I had to go to the hospital with my mom because a part of my tongue was cut in the crash. But I got the marbles later and I became the leader in my group of friends.
Seung-Hyun Park
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I think back now, to a memory that for some reason seems incredibly insignificant, but I know for a fact that it is more significant that I expect, possibly because anything like this that happens to a twelve year old will most likely effect the rest of his or her life. There I was sitting with my mother in the living room, watching a movie. The walls are the color of dried blood, sponged over white to give it a neat textured look, the lamp on the side table just off the right side of the couch (while seated) has a beige lamp with the plastic wrap still on the cone of it. I cannot recall the movie, but the TV is sitting in a large TV cabinet wood and fold aside shutter doors with the center pieces painted black. The decorations of the room fallow a definite western theme, complete with live cacti and cowboy boot pictures. As is usual the phone rings without warning and my mother answers it. She greets the person on the phone in a happy bubbly type of voice. After a few moments she starts laughing, the manner of which I know to be hysterically, and she repeats over and over again “Your joking” “Your kidding right?”. This went on for a few minutes before she said goodbye and see you soon to the person on the phone. Then she told me that her boyfriend Trev had been in a motorcycle accident and was dead. Then she said she had to go and see his family, and she left. Well after seeing her laughing and saying that the person on the phone was joking, I possibly naturally thought that she was joking. So she left, and I finished watching the movie that we had started. After a few hours I started to worry that maybe something had happened to delay her, but she came back eventually, drunk as I later found out. I wasn’t allowed to go to the funeral of Trev, which is rather unfortunate as I never really got to say farewell to somebody I had known for years. I was never really affected by that death, I was very close with the man but it just never touched me in any way. I have since encounter death a few times, with relatives, and a friends, the only time it has really meant anything to me was when a fifteen year old boy I used to babysit died. It seems like such a tremendous loss of life, when an uncle who I used to spend every summer with died though, I only felt bad for my father who had lost one of his brothers. I don’t know weather this event is the key to my not really being concerned with death in adults, or if there’s some other reason behind it . Anyway though that’s one of my brief meetings with death. I suppose I will eventually post more, it seems to me that this would be a good place to remember people who have died. Till another time friends.
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Chapter 3. The Room Designed for Human Use
I had no idea what to expect when we walked into the room, but I made a mental note to try and remember everything in detail, so that a proper record could be made later. For this reason, the best thing is to describe the room as factually as possible, so that the description can be of maximum use to science. The “room” was really a series of rooms, in other words, like a small flat on earth. The living room was about 12 feet by 14 feet and the floor was covered with brown acrylic wall-to-wall carpet. There was a pattern on the carpet that created a kind of swirly effect using mainly several shades of brown, but also some black, orange and flecks of grey. The walls of the room were covered with woodchip wallpaper painted cream. The main feature of the room was a three-piece suite. This was covered with brown cotton material laced with thin cream-coloured lines (the lines seemed to have tiny bumps on them). The sofa, a three-seater, was sitting against the centre of the wall, opposite where we now stood. In front of the sofa was a small coffee table with a brown formica top and slightly splayed legs. The legs had little round gold feet. A picture in a greyish-cream frame was hanging on the wall above the sofa. It was the well-known painting, “The Spanish Lady”. A large display cabinet and a bookshelf took up much of wall to our left. In the corner to my left, at an angle of approximately 45 degrees to the sofa, was a television placed on top of a small cabinet. The cabinet contained a video player. Beside the video cabinet was a small brown imitation wood table with a cream plastic telephone on top. The main feature of the wall to my right was a stone-effect fireplace within which was placed a “Magicoal” electric fire. The fire was turned on (but not the bars) and the little mechanical flames danced up and down. I sensed the Grey was watching me, looking for signs that would show my reaction to the room. I thought it best not to say too much, either for or against. “Very nice” was all I said. Continue reading ‘Alien Abduction: A Scientific Account (continued)’
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