It's a cool breezy September afternoon with the sun just starting to set with a golden after tone. People are walking home from work at a gloomy and tired pace on their phones or awkwardly staring in front of them trying not to make eye contact with any other humans they just spend many hours with. In this dreary afternoon setting in the northern part of New Jersey, one might find the small town of PinePark. In this quaint town, the smell of fresh flowers and food waft through the air while the bright and pink cherry blossom trees shine in the golden suns radiance.
A boy walks on the side walk of this little town, a bright blue shirt and black sweatpants with headphones on and a jacket covering his back and arms. The boy has messy hair which has been dyed but faded so all is left is the bleached blonde with brown hair poking out of his roots. His sweatpants are baggy and are falling of his waist slowly at a time. He is playing loud head-banging music with electric guitars and beating drums. A phone vibrates and the boy takes out his phone, "Sis: Where are you?" displayed the home screen, "Me: Five minuets away. Sis: Hurry up, dinners almost ready".
The boy continues to walk until he mechanically turns into a drive way with a red Toyota Corolla parked inside it. The house is small with a boring shade of tan with a broken satellite dish helplessly dangling from the roof. He walks up the stares and takes his keys, which are filled with attachable figures and rings, out before opening the door. Once inside the smoke alarm is heard and a young lady rushes into the door way.
"Oh hey, dinner kinda caught on fire. It's almost done or.....already some I'm not sure, go upstairs and freshen up I'll call you down in a bit." The young lady says kissing the boy on the forehead and walking back to the kitchen. The house is quaint with two floors. The rug is soft with obvious stains from past dinners or events. The staircase is made of wood which seems easily tripable. The boy walks into a room and closes the door, the walls are full of wallpapers of different characters from different video games. A little sign on the backside of the door hangs helplessly with the name "Jorden" written across.
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Shadows We Can't See
Short StoryJorden, a young teenage boy traumatized with his parents death, lives with his sister in a small quaint town. After fatinting one night, Jorden starts seeing a man (or a angel.....or a shadow?) that starts to talk to him. As the school year as well...