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The Morning Routine By John McIntyre It’s Friday night and there is a party. Earlier today my best friend James convinced me to go. “Nick,” he said “There is a party tonight and we have to go. It’s supposed to be huge and all of the sexy ladies will be there.” When I failed to laugh he added “Just the sexy ones, I swear.” The plan is to show up after the jocks have started drinking, but before anyone found their way to the five bedrooms and sta...

The Morning Routine By John McIntyre I awake from a daydream. Not a conscious daydream, but the kind that thrives in your subconscious mind when you are bored; or at work; or watching commercials; or, in my case, at school. To be honest I would feel completely embarrassed if anyone knew what I was daydreaming about. I am staring at a girl and my eyes are anywhere but on her face. “Talk to her.” Three simple words that I have heard far too many times over a period that seemed to h...

Love like a work of art.

She said that she loves me and that she always will I know that she’ll never leave, she always makes me believe Now the past is the past and the future is already planned When she says not to worry I know she’ll never leave No, not my girl I know because she promised so She said that now she’s sure and that she wasn’t before I know she made mistakes and I know she has regret’s She says that only love, not guilt, would have brought her back When she tells me that she loves me I know the rumors...

The sun blanketed the lawn and driveway like an ocean drapes the mountains Heat lifted from the cement floor on this hottest of summer days The grass taking in gasps of air during the occasional breeze The kids seek and hide away the day, mom avoids the beating down sky Outside of their calm and cool home, the two of them best friends An adolescent hid; face down on the hard gravel street The effect received when refrigerated eggs hit the hard kitchen floor All the condiments mix staining the...