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I pull the burlap duffel bag off the bed and hoist its strap over my shoulder; I guess it would make sense if I was feeling a lot of different things at the moment, but all I’m really thinking is that it’s time to embark on an adventure. The bag is filled with everything I own in the world. I walk out of the room, turn around and take in the place where I had spent all the years of my life, a room that I eventually shared with three brothers. A room that bears absolutely no evidence that I ex...

Staring down at the deserted city, he began to wonder what kind of crimes were in progress below. From the 22nd floor, the city seemed to be glowing from thousands of tiny specks. He wished Alicia could see this, it would make a beautiful postcard. He turned his attention to the door of the women’s locker room, waiting, though not patiently. There was only one night left after this, then the trip would be over. This was the first excursion any of them would make to the pool level of the hote...

Still in my bed, I watch as the great white comes into view. The clear blue water sparkles, an orchestra reaches it’s crescendo, and the once distant shark swallows the world whole. My TV screen stays black while a narrator tells me “the great white is an apex predator, it is at the top of its food chain and has no natural predators.” I’m wondering if the shark knows this, if it cares. My cell phone rings, but the display says ‘Mom-Cell’ so I let it go to voicemail. Turning my attention back ...

“Well, the thing is that I can’t get it to go from a bed to a couch, and I don’t want to touch it because, well, if I wreck it, then I’ll have to buy Tony a new one,” said Jeff, convincing himself of the futons deficiencies. “We can just sit on your bed,” said Colleen. Fifteen minutes passed, on USA was the comedy, ‘Old School.’ Colleen and Jeff’s heads rested uncomfortably against the hard jagged wall of his dorm room. He snuck several peeks at her tan legs, illuminated by the white Christma...

He told me once of his belief that many police chases end in the criminal getting away. He would say that the cops and the media cover this common event up so that less people try. I thought about this as I exited the hotel elevator and walked into the decadent 17th floor lobby. I should call him now I thought, I should call Shawn, and I should make up with him. First though, I need to get out of this bikini, I think. I wonder why I got myself such a skimpy bikini in the first place. That isn...