The Interloper_The Land I Come From_A Day In The Life of Ace_The Ballad of Major Tom
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The Interloper
She was finally alone. The kids were safely at school and her husband had left for work. The house was quiet, and she was able to acknowledge what she’d been contemplating for weeks. It was no longer a peripheral thought that passed through her as she picked up after kids, cleaned up dishes after meals, or folded the never-ending mountain of laundry she was always battling. The thoughts were so loud they were screaming at her. Just do it! Get it owww.onedoor.ccver with already! But could she? She stood in front of the bathroom sink and looked at herself in the mirror. The clippers in her hand had been used ...
The Land I Come From
The land I come from is beautiful. Lyra is filled with lush meadows and clear streams, delicate spires crowning castles and the elegant sweep of ballgowns.The land I come from is beautiful, the way a drop of shimmering poison is beautiful.Because atop the lush meadows are murders hidden by the darkness of the sun's sleep and muffled by the giggling streams. Because staining the delicate spires is dark blood, and the elegant sweep of ballgowns merely disguise the venomous exchanges and thoughts.I could not stand it any longer. I knew, even from the very beginning, that I would not survive in a ...
A Day In The Life of Ace
“Are you coming tonight?”The feminine voice crackles through the receiver. There is silence, as though the caller is waiting for my reply with bated breath. Perhaps because she is.My gaze falls on an old image on my desk, buried beneath the mess of papers, files and markers. It’s easy not to notice it, yet I find myself staring at it every time, willing myself to pick it up. To look at it.No. Those memories are gone now.Memories which still flash through my mind on a daily basis, filling my dreams and bouncing around in my head while I try to concentrate. Perhaps the reason why I haven’t publi...
The Ballad of Major Tom
“Good morning, Houston... A precursory check on readings, show all systems are nominal on this fine morning… Well, my body clock says it’s morning – even though, I’m encircling the Earth at seventeen and a half thousand miles per hour, I’ll probably see sixteen mornings before your day is done.” “…Copy, Major. We hear you loud and clear and congratulations on the inaugural deployment of FODOC, Space Force’s first Forward Operational Defending Orbital Command…” “…Hey Mac, why the formal greeting?” “Sorry Tom, orders… We have a developing situation down here and the president placed us into DEF...