The Novella Life of Illuscia Nester Himawari

The old man sat in his gas station on a cold Christmas Eve. He hadn't been anywhere in years since his wife had passed away. It was just another day to him. He didn't hate Christmas, just couldn't find a reason to celebrate. He was sitting there looking at the snow that had been falling for the last hour and wondering what it was all about when the door opened and a ho meless man stepped through. Instead of throwing the man out, Old George as he was known by his customers, told the man to come and sit by the heater and warm up. "Thank you, but I don't mean to intrude," said the stranger. "I see you're busy, I'll just go." "Not without something hot in your belly." George said. He turned and opened a wide mouth Thermos and handed it to the stranger. "It ain't much, but it's hot and tasty. Stew ... Made it myself. When you're done, there's coffee and it's fresh." Just at that mo...

It was another typical day and I had just finished dinner, moms old recipe for spaghetti, my favorite. I washed the dishes and went to my room to change into my jogging outfit.  I was in my car on my way to the high school driving track when I heed a screeching sound. I instantly hit the brakes as a speeding car ran his red light and nearly took out the drivers side of my car. I rolled my eyes and continued on my way to the track. Once I had my car parked I walked to the track. Apparently I wasn’t alone, and some other people were there, just lazily walking around. I shrugged and started jogging around the track, dodging each person that I passed. It wasn’t until my third time around the track I noticed something off about the people on the track. I stopped to take a breath and started walking. It felt nice to be lazy for a moment. That’s when I herd it. There was a quiet voice calling out my name. I looked around but didn’t see anyone looking at me. I looked harder, and that’s whe...