Omaha DreamingIn a hallway of a hotel, a young man walked down looking for the room he had just purchased from the clerk at the front desk. He was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans, that fit snuggly against his thighs and legs, a louse black hooded sweatshirt with a dark blue band label on it, and a fuzzy blue and white stocking cap. As he walked down the hall, he pulled a large black suitcase on wheels behind him, while looking at the envelope of papers in his hand, and then at the numbers located on the middle of the doors. As he passed the fifth door, he came to a stop, where he looked at his paperwork one more time, before stopping in front of a number with the number: ‘223,’ located in the middle of it.
Taking a plastic card out of the envelope, pulled his suitcase up close to him, took the card, and then slide it into the metal slot that was located right before the door handle. As the card slide all the way inside, the handle began to flash a green light, and clicking sounds were
Midnight RomanceOn a busy side street in West Hollywood, there is a small patio adjacent to a big building with a banner illuminating ‘Rage.' The patio was filled with numerous men and women, smoking cigarettes and mixed conversation leading to even bigger group of people conversing, laughing, singing along with the music that was flowing to the street. Everyone was laughing, and drinking several of drinks in different colors and shapes. The warm breeze began to blow, gilding through the crowd of people, finding a young man and woman standing close to each other, engaged in a deep conversation which was going well by the smiles on their faces.
The young woman had mocha colored skin, was taller than the gentlemen and had brown eyes and long black hair with a slight wave, almost curly. She had a small diamond piercing in the right side of her nose. Her smile was bright and her attention was completely focused on the man as he spoke to her and smoked a cigarette. The man was a bit shorter than her,
This EmbraceSitting still, quiet in thought, a young man sat at a table, starring at a black piece of white paper. Everything was still as the small light above him flickered, revealing small portions of his face. A man of white complexion shinned underneath the light, shadowed by the black and white hat on top of his head. Minor facial hair covered the area between his nose and upper lip. The dark brown hair spread itself around his dimples, as his eyes starred into the paper's blank surface.
His deep blue eyes sparkled in the light, but there was as if no life resided inside. A look of sorrow and loneliness stretched over his face. Making it easy to read, nothing seemed to faze him, as his cell phone began to vibrate next to him. Lifting it up, using his finger to ignore the text message, and swipe the screen to his photo album. Opening a photo of two men, one was a man with blonde hair and light blue eyes with a smirk on his face. The second man was him, John, being pulled into the arms and che