Numbered Days_Road to Heaven_Into the Icarian Sea_I am, I do.
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Numbered Days
7 days. It has been 7 days, this much I knew. I have not gotten to the point yet where my best friend is a volleyball named Wilson with a drawn on face and grass hair, but my 5 o’clock shadow has become more of a 10 o’clock phantom. The mere stench emanating from me is enough to ward off human and animal like, so I’m glad I’m on this island by myself, wherever I am. Luckily, boy scout skills have come in handy as far as starting fires and identifying edible foods. However, there was no scout training on spearing tropical fish. Still working on that. While the boy scout skills were worth it, th...
Road to Heaven
My eyes suddenly opened. It was like waking up from a dream; the slight disorientation, the uncertainty of what was real and what was not and then the slow realization that it had indeed been all a dream. I looked around in panic, but there was nothing to be seen. Everything was dark and blurry. I couldn’t even tell what I was lying on. But I was moving, that I was sure of. I grabbed at the darkness, trying to catch on to something, but all I felt was empty air. I lowered my arms, trying to get a feel for the thing I was standing on, when suddenly my hand slipped into something. Liquid. Cold. ...
Into the Icarian Sea
Can you keep a secret? Five simple words. This innocent question, posed as it was by a king, caused Daedalus untold grief. He had answered in the affirmative and remained true to his word, yet still King Minos had imprisoned him so that he may never speak of the monarch’s monstrous secret. The injustice of it burned Daedalus, but his true lament was reserved for his fellow captive – his son. The boy was just as innocent of wrongdoing as his father, but the imprisonment was infinitely harder on the youth for he knew not the reason for his confinement. As the weeks stretched into mo...
I am, I do.
The buzzing of neon lights echoes off the rusted steel walls of a cramped corridor. In the center of the hallway, a slender silhouette shadow boxes as a ruckus crowd cheers from beyond the rattling doors at the end of the corridor. The doors spark with electricity as they eventually open. A man squeezes through the widening gap. His wide shoulders emerging first as his bulbous stomach struggles to follow.“For fuck’s sake, Jack. I hate it when you do that shit. You synths-” the figure halts his shadowboxing as a piercing, lightning-blue glare quiets the portly man.“...Sorry. Look, you know it w...