http://slow.writerscafe.org/Icarus%20Thoreau The original writings of author Icarus Thoreau en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776205567 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 New car smell. Snow mixed with dirt and gasoline splashed under the tires of the candy red PT Cruiser my mom rented. We were pulling in to East Grande Avenue. Brehm Preparatory School. It resembled a concentration camp from an episode of The Twilight Zone I had watched the night before. Death’.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Icarus-Thoreau/746005/ February 27, 2010. The tail end of winter break was among me. I had been able to convince my parents to let me stay at a homestay in St. Johnsbury for the week and a half long break, since it took nearly four days to travel to Saudi and back. The woman who was supposed to look after me was rarely ho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Icarus-Thoreau/742871/ Being admitted into the hospital was the beginning of the end for me. The end of my innocence. My hope. It was an ending that lasted for many years to come. On Christmas Day, 2002, about a year after the World Trade Center was reduced to what is now known as Ground Zero, my father took up a job oppo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Icarus-Thoreau/715348/ Where have you been? You’ve been back for like two weeks now and I haven’t even heard from you. I have so much to catch you up on! Oh, and, have you heard anything about Stu?                It was study hours in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Icarus-Thoreau/704521/ I was five years old the first time I ran away from home. The ground and evergreen trees around our Virginia home were caked with freshly fallen snow, and the small pond where I had caught tad poles the summer before was frozen over. It was the year Solomon, my new baby brother was born, and I rem.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Icarus-Thoreau/694873/ By the time I found the room I was supposed to be in, the bell had already rang. The hallways had become silent, and the teachers had closed all the classroom doors. Except for the one at the end of the hall. The door was wide open, in fact, and the sound of less-than-pubescent laughter trailed off .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Icarus-Thoreau/691551/ “Don’t cross! Don’t cross! DON’T CROSS!” I looked up from the Zane Grey novel I was reading on the way to my next class and saw that I was six inches away from the speeding, white, Subaru that zoomed past me without care. I became covered in a layer of Pepsi colored slu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Icarus-Thoreau/691549/ “Dude, I’m so happy you’re in Physics with me this semester. I gotta get my s**t together for college. I don’t know what I would do without someone letting me know what homework I have in each class.” Xan Mandel let out a nasally laugh. His tongue was numb from making c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Icarus-Thoreau/691545/                                                   .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Icarus-Thoreau/691544/ A story of love and finding oneself. Zak is a lost seventeen year old boy. Having issues at home and social anxieties, he finds refuge at his boarding school, positioned halfway around the earth. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Icarus-Thoreau/689400/