God's Will_THE TROUBLES WITH LETTING GO_Thinking Out Loud_My favorite part of the week
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God's Will
Denny ducked behind the stone column. He watched as the upturned cross impaled High Priest Drakker’s eyes. “Both eyes, how the hell?” Denny asked himself. The jelly and goo splattered the elaborate alter, it was black; the blood didn’t change the cloth’s shade. “Christ, it is like a kid’s Halloween party,” Denny answered himself as stones flicked behind him pinging of stone walls. Blonde hair matted with blood, Drakker’s wife raced to the rocky entrance and disappeared. Stones flew as flint zinged from the walls. Screams split the rumble of falling boulders. Denny came round slowly and pain...
THE TROUBLES WITH LETTING GO
Debbie waded through seventy years of keepsakes, a black trash bag in hand. An aerial view of the living room would look like a giant chessboard. Debbie is the pawn that lost its way. Puzzles, games, toaster ovens, and hoards of who knows what was in those stacks—three, four, and five feet high. Debbie ran a hand through her short silver hair. “Okay, what can I throw out?" She picked up a very used puzzle, looked it over, and put it in the bag. One step and her stomach felt like it was being squeezed in a vise. Standing still, she evaluated her feelings. Realization hit. She retrieved the anci...
Thinking Out Loud
“I love you.” “No, you don't, and you shouldn't say things that aren’t true.” “Maybe, but I really want to love you. I’ve heard it's healthy to try.” “I don't need you to love me, I don’t need love or anything else from you. You've done nothing, but hold me back.” “I didn't do that.” “Of course you did!” “If so, I was just trying to keep you safe, keep you from getting hurt.” “It happened anyway.” “I know.” “Why are you even here? This seems like a huge waste of time to me.” “It's not a waste, although I suppose I don’t put much value on my time.” “You should just go away. I don’t think I’ll e...
My favorite part of the week
Ten minutes to gunshots.“I am the dead end for food,” I said as I shoved another piece of celery into my mouth. “I’ll never be as notorious as her, but I’ve at least I have all the celery I want.” I nodded toward my sort-of rival.“Feeling gloomy today?” Rachel asked.Our lunch room wasn’t the raucous kind. Sure, it was a public school, but we weren’t barbarians. Angie was putting down her tray next to the choir kids this week. I am a great observer. She rarely ate three meals in a row with the same group of kids. I wonwww.onedoor.ccdered if that was what made her so well connected in the school. Beauty and b...