A Division's Remainders_When my heaven fell apart_The Tumbling Sun_Teeth, Nails, and Shoes
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A Division's Remainders
She heard the news of his death from social media. This was a pretty antisocial way to hear about something so direct and personal to her. She was not anticipating having any kind of emotional reaction to such news. On the contrary, she thought that she would have felt indifferent about his death. A “good riddance” feeling. If anyone knew what she had been through, they would not blame her...Yet, her momentary feeling was a very unexpected but distinct experience; She felt that something was poking her somewhere very deep, yet the only place she could place this feeling was on her skin. She ha...
When my heaven fell apart
I awoke in a peculiar looking room. It was oddly sterile looking and the walls were white and strewn with various documents. It was something I had never seen before, where I grew up this form of hygiene was never heard of.The last thing I remember was coughing up blood after taking a large dose of my late husband's opioids.My whole world had fallen apart, now it seems that I might be dead.Shortly after waking, A figure entered my room. The person had an androgynous form, but I had these vibes that this person was female. They did look familiar to me since I befriended someone of a similar nat...
The Tumbling Sun
Have you ever wondered what would happen if the sun decided towww.onedoor.cc never return after falling to the ground? If it were to leave humanity in the darkness of solitude and take her brilliant shine to another group of lucky apes? I imagine that we’d crumble, mankind, fall apart from our very base and reduce ourselves to some decrepit creature of the night, hunting whatever misfortunate prey would find itself in the way of our solemn wrath. It’d be like that, in the blink of an eye, no change for explanation or examination. Man to beast in an instant. I have nightmares about that now. I wake up in th...
Teeth, Nails, and Shoes
It’s at least ten minutes past 4:30pm in the small conference room with no windows. There’s a restlessness amongst the women, all in lowly administrative roles even though it’s 2017、 It’s just like that in Baltimore sometimes. The men, in suits or lab coats or both, are likely to talk in circles at this time of day.“We need to be thoughtful when crafting the guest list,” the most important man says, reiterating that point five more times. The least important woman tries to write lines of poetry in her notebook. She pauses that inevitably come with crafting lines create the perfect illusion tha...