Writer's Journey

  Evelyn was led to a door which seemed like every other door in the corridor. But she knew that the person she was looking for was behind it. The young pimply-faced cop who had brought her there gave her a small nod. “Here we are, Miss Rogers. David Winslow is right in there.” “Thank you, sir,” She replied, an amicable smile on her face. It gained a rather amused tinge as she noticed his flustered expression, but she ignored it to root through the belongings in her bag. Evelyn thought he would leave then, having done his job. But perhaps his attraction to her caused him to speak up when he would have previously remained silent. “I have to ask,” He hesitated, lowering his voice. The innocence on his face morphed into disgust. “Why would you represent someone like him? He bombed a public area! Hundreds died.” He practically hissed the last few words. The lawyer remained silent, not offering any reply. Instead, she pulled a compact mirror from her purse. Evelyn opened it, as if to ch...

  The sounds of thunderous cheering and roaring fireworks filled the air, and Penny couldn’t help but cringe away. A large crowd had now gathered around the little basketball court, but she remained seated on the steps of the front porch. If she really focused, she could make out her sister’s voice as she screamed and shrieked while playing with her friends, and the crowd’s yelling. Penny couldn’t see a single thing through the mass of bodies, but she could guess which team had scored based on the crowd’s reactions. Anyone scoring on the opposite team would receive subdued reactions from the crowd, but Penny’s sister only got uproarious chants of ‘Milly, Milly, Milly!’ Her mother would probably tell her to go join her sister in the game, to hang out with friends. The thing was, those were Milly’s friends, not hers. Penny’s friends from boarding school hadn’t been able to fly out all the way to America from their boarding school in Wales. Of course, Milly’s friends had no such issue...

  Pina tapped her foot in a steady rhythm, trying to move to the invisible beat of her favorite song. She had been at this for nearly an hour now, and was starting to run out of songs. And patience. Jaz had promised to meet her at four in the college library so they could work together on an essay. Pina had arrived well before that, as usual, and had settled herself in their regular spot in the History section with her laptop. Where she was an early bird, Jaz was almost always late. She always came up with the most ridiculous excuses too, and Pina always had to give up her exasperation with a snort of amusement. From her friend’s smug grin, she knew that Jaz had accomplished her goal of making her forget what she’d been annoyed about. That was the usual routine. But Jaz had never showed up this late without sending a text about the situation at the very least. Pina was starting to get worried about her friend. Checking her phone once more to see that there were no new notifications...