Strangers Stories

I used to have these two repeating dreams as a young girl . Dream 1 The dream would start at my grandma's home. I would be outside on the third top deck and there was a huge enormous dark helicopter arriving in the sky from afar . It was huge and dark. As it would come nearer it would get louder and louder. I understood that the helicopter was after me. I saw that the helicopter had tinted windows, so I couldn't see who w...

How often do you run into a stranger, Till he ceases to become one altogether? They say name's are essential, But does it hold what’s really vital? If you know someone’s name but not their thoughts, Nor their wishes and the battles they fought. Should you say he’s a friend, When you never connected till the end? If you know his wishes and dreams, And all there is to know it seems; But you never knew his name, Is he a stra...

Comfortable. At peace, Contemplating. Not a conversation- -but things privy shared already, And yet, Like strangers we sit.

Personal note to the readers, this story is not for the weak of heart to read for the content of this story. By choosing to read it, you agree that you are over eighteen and mature enough to handle the content of this story, thank you. 7:15pmDark times approached, as everyone waited in anticipation. Their hearts beat rapidly with eyes glued to the screen. Today was the day of the drawing, to learn who the lucky son of a b...

I'm sure you don't remember the first time we met. I say "met"; it was but a brief moment in which two strangers passed each other by, one barely noticing the other, if at all, but leaving an unmistakably profound impression on him—on me. No, I am certain you do not remember, but I will never forget, for it was the moment that the seed of my love for you was planted.It was late in May, early in the morning—I could tell yo...