Today, Tomorrow, and Forever

Presently

Creo didn’t care about the story anymore. He turned off the computer after reading the message from Evening Star. Creo looked over at her sleeping. He would tell her when she woke up.

Closing his tired eyes, Creo imagined himself back home, walking through the Autumn Forest of Kaua’i. And as always, near the end, he found her waiting. He followed her up to the rim of Puowaina Volcano. He lost track of the time. She began to talk about tomorrow, but he couldn’t hear her because of the air sirens.

Through the closed blinds, a flash of light slowly streamed into their room, illuminating the floating ashes and ghosts. Then, he heard the explosions and felt the room shake.

She opened her eyes, and they both made eye contact with each other for a split second before the blackout. He should have never followed her. Now, there was no turning back.

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Kaly

A Science Fair Project on Alcohol and Drunk Driving

Dedicated to my best friend Kaly

Introduction

Do you know someone who has been killed or injured because of drunk driving? After my best friend Kaly died, I decided to do a Science Fair Project on Alcohol and Drunk Driving.

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Ephemeral

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Dulora was sleeping underneath her favorite wool blanket. She was dreaming again. Outside her floating room, snow was quietly falling.

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It was seven o’clock in the morning. In another hour her alarm clock would begin to ring. Moments before she closed her eyes and fell asleep every night, Dulora would always force herself to think of better tomorrows, because of what her parents told her when she was really little, “Better to hope for impossible tomorrows than to live with the hurt and ghosts of the past.”

And every morning she would wake up like all the times before with the warm sun on her face. But lately, it was taking longer and longer for her to fall asleep, and today wasn’t any other day. For the first time last night, she forgot what her parents told her about impossible tomorrows. Today, there was a good chance Dulora would never wake up from her sleep again.

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