1.) "School- kid Stallions"
(Fiction based on the freedom of leaving high school or any school for that matter)
The final bell pierced through the halls, The crowds of youth began to appear.
Wild Stallions galloping,Rushing to the doors of the outside world.
A warm breeze danced among them
Summer was now in the air.
Dashing, running, hurtling
The young stallions were finally free.
Free from their custody.
Free from detention
And the rotten cafeteria meatloaf.
For the meantime they are free-spirited
The whole world before them,
Directionless.
Running briskly in circles, for miles upon miles.
With the zipping , zooming gust behind them
Pounding the earth.
Sometimes stable
But mostly unpredictable.
However one day they will be trained
molded eventually
after careful training and guidance
into the purest, of their breed.
Tweet: A warm breeze dances around.
2.) "Glory days and the Roadside diner"
We all sit in the empty diner reminiscing of our high school glory days and how far along we have come. Its winter and two full years have passed since we have heard the slamming of a locker door or that screeching sound sneakers make in the hallways. I smeared a fry in ketchup and listened to a new drunken college story one after the other. The diner is rather empty now, but it still has a frenzy rush atmosphere inside of it, maybe from the excitement of us being back together. I gazed out the window making eye contact with a sign which reads "Welcome to NY." It feels good to be home. In our booth, a smell of grease travelled up our nostrils as we ate along with a simultaneous ring in our ears, whenever a food order was up on the counter.
The ring reminded me of the bell from high school, except more comforting. Not noticing the time slipping away, we continue sitting back trying to recapture old memories and share new. It is our Roadside Diner, always has been, always will be.
Tweet: Welcome to NY
(Fiction based on the freedom of leaving high school or any school for that matter)
The final bell pierced through the halls, The crowds of youth began to appear.
Wild Stallions galloping,Rushing to the doors of the outside world.
A warm breeze danced among them
Summer was now in the air.
Dashing, running, hurtling
The young stallions were finally free.
Free from their custody.
Free from detention
And the rotten cafeteria meatloaf.
For the meantime they are free-spirited
The whole world before them,
Directionless.
Running briskly in circles, for miles upon miles.
With the zipping , zooming gust behind them
Pounding the earth.
Sometimes stable
But mostly unpredictable.
However one day they will be trained
molded eventually
after careful training and guidance
into the purest, of their breed.
Tweet: A warm breeze dances around.
2.) "Glory days and the Roadside diner"
We all sit in the empty diner reminiscing of our high school glory days and how far along we have come. Its winter and two full years have passed since we have heard the slamming of a locker door or that screeching sound sneakers make in the hallways. I smeared a fry in ketchup and listened to a new drunken college story one after the other. The diner is rather empty now, but it still has a frenzy rush atmosphere inside of it, maybe from the excitement of us being back together. I gazed out the window making eye contact with a sign which reads "Welcome to NY." It feels good to be home. In our booth, a smell of grease travelled up our nostrils as we ate along with a simultaneous ring in our ears, whenever a food order was up on the counter.
The ring reminded me of the bell from high school, except more comforting. Not noticing the time slipping away, we continue sitting back trying to recapture old memories and share new. It is our Roadside Diner, always has been, always will be.
Tweet: Welcome to NY
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