This is the other thing I wrote in Eilat. A beginning inspired by smoke I saw from afar while my father was driving me to the airport.

( A column of black smoke punctured the serenity of the dawn. )

I think I was probably upset with my parents when I wrote this, sometime in the beginning of high school. I like it, though it's just a beginning for something and it will never be complete ( Read more... )

    The alarm rang once more and the stampede began. It was the third, no, fourth time that day; he had almost lost count. He got up and plunged into the river of people, which flowed into a room behind a heavy door ( Read more... )