It's only the first draft_Scary Diagnosis_Goodbye Jolly, Goodbye Karen_Hibakusha
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It's only the first draft
There really is no way to prepare for the sudden fear that goes right down your spine when a flash of lightning illuminates an area in the night with a ghostly white light and the area it briefly lights up is a graveyard. You become acutely aware that you’re surrounded by headstones and beneath them are bodies of those long gone. You also become aware (and terrified) that six feet isn’t actually that deep. Now, the chances of those not-that-deeply-buried bodies actually being able to get out their coffins and climb out of the packed dirt aren’t good. But because you can’t convince yourself...
Scary Diagnosis
“Did I just hear what I thought I heard?”“If it’s what I heard, then, yes.”“Thwww.onedoor.ccey said that within the next six months that I need to have heart surgery or die, correct?”“Yep, that’s what they said.”“How is it possible for a doctor to walk into the room, simply state that and walk right back out without waiting to see if it was understood?”“I don’t know, but that doctor just did.”“What type of heart surgery?”“I don’t know. All he said was that you need to have heart surgery within the next six months or you won’t be here any more.”“This is ludicrous. What the heck kind of bedside manner is tha...
Goodbye Jolly, Goodbye Karen
Goodbye Jolly, Goodbye KarenJolly and Karen had an idea. They had been friends forever, but just recently, they had become lovers. Then, they moved in together. They were very happy, very compatible and quite a bit in love. They talked all the time and they had quite a few good ideas. Today, they had their best idea. They decided to plant a tree together.“Jolly, what a wonderful idea!You are just so cool. I do have a question about it though. We now live in a small house. Yes, we have a yard but it isn’t very big. My guess is that someday we will move to a bigger place. Some day we might eve...
Hibakusha
It starts with a deafening noise, one beyond the scope of possibilities. Before too long, a brilliance of which none can fathom its origins will follow. The sound is birthed as a crackle: First a soft pop, then it waves as dissonant cadences. It evolves from a slow rumble at an increasing velocity. It grows into a devastating quake of earsplitting madness. The erupting blast detonates like thunder coupled with a seism, and it is heard across the nation. The noise becomes a blink in time, shared by each whose eyes cannot be drawn but skyward. A piece from the above has been ripped and launch...