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When it's Not Just an Outage
The Long Walk Home comes out tomorrow. This is an edited version of the first chapter. Enjoy!https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0938KHPMVIt was Friday morning and I was headed to the break room for my coffee, then back to sitting in my office. I was almost back to my office when the lights flickered, then went out. “Well, shit,” I muttered. I made www.onedoor.ccit to my office with the light coming from the front windows. As I picked at my doughnut, I realized how quiet it was. I grabbed my flashlight and headed out to the front of the store. There were no cars moving out on the street. A few people had raised thei...
I'm Sorry You Have To Read This
November 1st:“It doesn’t count if you’re already planning your defeat,” she leaned over to me and whispered into my ear as we walked down the hallway, a moment of respite before we got to the cameras. Quite frankly, I don’t know why I ever told her or why I told anyone at all. The whole part of this fraud was that it was supposed to be a bit more of a secret. “It certainly does count, I’m still playing the game aren’t I? I promised to keep him entertained, didn’t I?” I shot back quietly, trying to speak softly enough so that nobody heard. Was it my fault that I had to play for this warlord...
Look through the window of the building; Then & now
The year is 1953, please enter this building of many, at your own risk. This building is like so many. I wouldn't call it a "ghettto" or "living in the projects," but there are so many buildings, housing so many people, especially with a lot of children. Remember, there was no such things as birth control & so there are so many children running around, mabe even wreaking havoc. This is right after the 2nd world war. Imagine...dad is still at work at the old factory just a few miles away. He won't be home until at least 7 P.M., while the eldest child, ( 14 yrs old & working at the same factory ...
Listen to The Phoenix
I jumped.Arms outstretched and pointing towards the darkened sky. Drops of rain tumbled down onto my face, forming a pool of water just above my chin. A drop of water fell onto my lips and it tasted salty, like the sea. Like tears.My breathing was laboured and I was unable to distinguish the thunder from the sound of my own heart beat. I was wet from the falling rain, or was just my sweat and tears? I was unsure of everything now. I was only aware of the heavy breeze rushing past my face as I fell, down, down, down. Tears burned into my flesh, like a fire burning through a forest. And it was. ...