The tourist and the local met for the first time and said hi and they realised that they both had shared the same name and as they ask questions they also realise that they shared the same interest merit the same twin or married to twins had a boy a girl and then I wondered if they were related by the coincidence was just amazing...

On one faitful morning a tourist that traveled across the many glissening seas from America had just arrived on the beautiful soil of Switzerland. He always wished to see the majestic beauty of Switzerland ever since he was a child. The gentle green slopes welcome him with their hearts as he articularly takes photos of the magnificant landscape. As he slowly adventures through many splendid houses...

Mike left her at the fountain. She _knew_ they should have stayed in today; she felt it in her bones when she woke up. Yet, they were in Italy, and why waste a day on what was supposed to be the best trip of their lives? Now, her head was in her hands, her hair curling over her fingers as she heard his footsteps pounding away on the stone, mingling with the flocks of birds and the talking of local...

Don’t I know you

You seem so familiar

You are a stranger

Things are wonderful...

Sarah stares at the man as he pulled his hand out of the pocket, revealing a small handgun.

“I’m only here for the sphere, but now you’re in the way.” He said, glaring. “Open the glass.”

Sarah hurriedly turned to the box, stumbling with her keys.

“Open it!” She felt the cold metal of the gun touch her spine. Sarah shivered, testing a key. “I- I can’t find it!”

“Where do you keep the fire exti...

There it finally was - the crummy hotel overlooking Washington Square that Joan Baez sang about. I’ve been wanting to make this pilgrimage for quite some time, desperately wanting follow Bob Dylan’s footsteps any way that I could. I excitedly ran inside to the check-in counter. I gave them my name in a rush, they gave me my room key with a skeptical look, and I half-jogged up the stairs all the wa...

Jeremy hated tourists.

Their flowered button-down shirts and bold personalities, their strange accents. Everything about them felt so wrong and intruding.

He hated coming across them in his home.

They always walked slow down the sidewalk, taking pictures of things so ridiculous he wanted to laugh. Jeremy caught one photographing the old-run down coffee shop that doesn’t use milk when they make...

The midday sun beat down on the bustling port of Santorini, casting long shadows from the whitewashed buildings that clung precariously to the volcanic cliffs. The air, thick with the scent of brine and sun-baked earth, carried the cries of gulls and the chatter of tourists disembarking from the ferry. Among them was Amelia, a woman who carried herself with the sleek sophistication of city life, h...

I took my seat on that airliner jet

A friendly lady who I still hadn’t met

Looked my way as a smile lit her_ face_

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I smiled back with friendly grace

We were now inflight

A new friend insight

Conversations of many

My new friend named Penny

As we went on our way

Still so much to say

We made plans to meet

On the towns famous street

That meeting took place

Now a familiar face

We ventured the s...

Old books and fresh lemon oil, Newport Public Library smelt exactly as it should. Inhaling deep, Susan was suddenly a little girl in Philadelphia remembering reading science books every spare moment. Libraries were cathedrals to the younger Susan. Today, she wasn’t looking for sanctuary of a too bright girl, Susan was looking for answers.

She was looking for photos of Benjamin Burton, her dear la...