AZATonight, my pals are meeting to watch movies. Yup. That ancient stuff. Flickering screens. Glowing pixels in the dark. Eyes wide, and hearts racing. Sometimes laughter. Sometimes gasps. Priceless experience most people of this era never felt. Not that they’d refuse—just something they haven’t even heard about.
Gonzalo CoeloLeo's eleventh birthday party was not as disenchanting as he expected it to be. At first, his anxiety was driven by his father's uplifting promise of a mysterious gift: "I will give it to you after the party." Those words stuck with him for a while, but he unexpectedly forgot about the matter throughout the day.
Eric KayIt’s that kind of crappy day: so cold the rain’s freezing to the windows and the roads are gridlocked. I don’t drive, and sometimes gridlock is good for business, but I do walk, and no one loves being upright one moment and then cheek-first into the icy sidewalk the next.
Graeme ShimminThe train shuddered to a halt, its worn-out levitation systems groaning under the weight of too many passengers. Zarah pressed her face against the smudged window, squinting through the haze of pollution that perpetually shrouded the lower zones. Her watch beeped a warning: THIRD ZONE ENTERED. PENALTIES MAY APPLY.
Alexander van AkenGary stared out the window of the Wireless Fidelity high speed network train. Outside his transport packet, a worldwide web of trillions of individuals started their day. A seemingly infinite amount of bright white electrical circuits flew through the air, getting from point A to B. Many were on their way to work, just like him. Monday vibes.
Mirio MellaAs I gathered my senses, I was gripped by the ominous feeling that a call in the dead of night inevitably triggers. That dread deepened as, rubbing my eyes, I saw Morticia flashing on my iPhone’s caller ID, the name my Uncle Mike and I used to jokingly refer to his humourless sister. I hadn’t spoken to her in over 18 months, so a 2 AM call from the perennial fun-sponge could only mean bad news.
