Free - Paragraph Story

I lay there silently, listening. Listening and observing. I heard the sound of water dripping from a tap slowly. I heard the metallic creaks and clangs of doors opening and shutting. If I listened closely I could hear the faint pitter patter of polished shoes walking the halls in a purposeful fashion. I could hear arguing too, but with all these noises, it was still somehow quiet. Peaceful, almost. I looked up at my narrow window wistfully, where a thin stream of golden sunlight poured out. I felt a strong pull inside me. A longing to be free again.

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Gliding - Paragraph story

I stepped onto the smooth surface gracefully, the cold air stung my cheeks and filled my lungs. I drifted forward slowly and continued to glide on blades of steel. I watched as my rippled reflection followed me around the rink. I was cutting through the air, zipping right and left at a ludicrous speed. One wrong move and it would end in disaster, yet I felt a strange sense of security. The ice was cold and smooth to the touch as I lowered to let my hand trail through the thin layer of icy water. It was not a malicious or vile cold I felt. It felt like an electric shock, sending pulses of energy through my body, causing another burst of speed. Fat drops of water from the leaky ceiling splashed on my head, adding to the cold that was already biting through my jacket. My lungs ached and begged wanting to slow down and enjoy the summer warmth outside the rink. But I didn’t care. I felt free. I was gliding.

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Slumber - Paragraph story

It was the hour at which the house had gone to sleep. All was quiet. I lay on my back staring at the blank ceiling. The street lights faintly lit up my room. I could vaguely see the shapes of furniture; a bookshelf, a desk and my computer, charging, blinking a green eye. I could hear the soft whirr of the refrigerator and my own steady breathing. I rolled to my side to be met with my digital alarm clock, lighting the room with a dull blue glow. 2:47 am it read. I sighed a silent sigh and hummed a sweet lullaby softly to lull myself to sleep. Soon the world was dark and I was at a peaceful slumber.

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Home - Paragraph Story

The faint smell of smoke filled my lungs and ash fell in specks of pitch black in my hair. The flames danced in the glassy reflection of my eyes. I smiled and I put my hands near to the fire and was filled with a welcoming warmth. The sticky marshmallow dangerously threatened to fall off my skewer and be consumed by the crackling hearth. I could hear the soft sound of a guitar and my friends and family singing to my delight. I laughed at the way we sang out of tune, but it still felt like home.

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