1. Short Story - The Man
... my own city. Not lost as if my only way of survival was hunting deranged bear or self-cannibalization, but lost like I knew the way but I couldn't find it as if something wouldn't let me. As I came off the road on to the bank of this river I saw a boy in black, with a head of white playing perfectly a violin of brown. He stood under a bridge and ... Columbus Circle we stopped at small coffee shop. We sat down and ordered. The writer, Charles, excused himself from the table and I was there alone for a brief moment. The huddled masses of cold New Yorkers sat around me, talking, laughing h...
- Word Count: 1483
- Approx Pages: 6
- Grade Level: High School