The Rift Shift_Everything is Changing_We Had All Made It_You Broke Me.
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The Rift Shift
The Rift Shift FredA short, rather thin man in his early thirties walks into a clothing store, and nearly collides with a row of hanging shirts when he sees someone a few rows down, someone who quickly disappears from view. He begins to talk to himself without speaking the words.“Well, Fred, there’s that bastard John Ford. I haven’t seen him for years, not since we both graduated from high school. I heard that he moved to another side of the city, and none of the high school guys that I still keep in touch with have seen him since. Who would guess that he would reappear like this? Man, I reall...
Everything is Changing
Juniper opened the door just enough to see who had knocked. She didn't have a peephole but wished she did. It would come in handy on days like today. The last thing she wanted was visitors. She was in no mood for chit-chat. All she wished was to be left alone. To wallow in self-pity. That's one reason she moved so far away from town. She wanted to be left alone. "Hello, I'm sorry to bother you, but, uh…you see, I ran out of gas, at least, I think that's the problem. Anyway, I wondered if I could, uh, borrow your phone, you know to call someone?" A young lady, a few years her junior,...
We Had All Made It
*****************Trigger Warning Talk of suicide and combat Trigger Warning ***************Veterans Crisis Line https://www.veteranscrisisline.net/ Help Resources for PTSD https://www.woundedwarriorproject.org/Rumors had started to trickle in to the barracks. Someone had died. They had been murdered. No, it was an accident. Someone was dead though, that was for sure. Many of us had planned on going into town a little later as usual. Instead a miasma of nervousness had infected the air, and many of us were trying to cure it with beer.We found out the truth of it a few hours later. Pulled into f...
You Broke Me.
It was a Tuesday. I can remember it so clearly. It is impossible to forget the day you feel your heart crack in half; that splitting, piercing, breathtaking pain that holds onto you, and you feel like it will never let go. I fill my head with thoughts that take over me until I find it hard to pull air into my lungs; until sleep is just something I should do, but won’t. How could I not have seen it? How cowww.onedoor.cculd I have let you slip away? I never took the chance to make sure you were okay, to gather you up like string and tie your thoughts to mine so I would never lose you.Your name is Jack. Or w...