It starts with the sun rising.
The children in school, restless, with bated breath.
Teachers raising voices louder than usual.
The children, restless, with bated breath.
It starts with the sun halfway down the sky.
Toilets dusty and wet with paint and powders.
Stores looking like bulls went in.
Toilets dusty and wet with paint and powders.
It starts with the sun touching the horizons.
Trickers trick and treaters treat.
Scream of joy and terror flood the streets.
Trickers trick and treater treat.
It starts with the sun touching the horizons.
Of lost of inhibitions at night fiasco.
Of barely clad bodies and shiny red cups.
Of lost of inhibitions at night fiasco.
It starts with the sun touching the horizons.
Popped corn littering the sofa.
Porch light turned off, safe from little devils.
Popped corn littering the sofa.
Truly it starts as day draws the night in its embrace.
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The Story Book Project
Short StoryA collection of short stories written throughout my end of year holidays as a challenge set for myself. Ultimately, I need to finish 25 stories each consisting of 500 or more words. Contains a little bit of this and a little bit of that. I will try...
