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Sparks
With a deep sigh, Derick unlocks the front door and walks inside trying to hide tired eyes with a rigid statue like smile. Closing the door behind him. Derick throws his coat on the couch and drops his briefcase behind against the wall. Kicking his shoes off, he lets out another sigh and calls out. “I’m home. How was your day…?” Derick trails off seeing neither Paul or dinner waiting for him.Instead, a single note awaits him. Resting underneath a small paperweight shaped like a flower. The weight always served as a proper reminder of their love. To Derick, the paperweight was the symbol of the...
3 in the Morning
The melatonin isn’t working, so I find myself staring at the neon sign across the street. I can’t tell you what it says. That’s not what I’m thinking about right now. Instead, I can tell you about the morning light that filters through my blinds to wake him up. That light was his alarm clock, but he doesn’t start his days here anymore.I haven’t slept well in three weeks. My mind can’t settle. The spinning wheel of thoughts overrides all my attempts at tranquility. Meditation, nope. Reading before bed, tried it. Yoga, made me cry. I forgot about the one time he went to Bikram yoga with me. It’...
Dicy dance
I remember very well the day it happened. I can even see my friends’www.onedoor.cc wet smiling faces beaming with pleasure as we did the famous backstroke swimming routine. But the vivid images of how the day ended brings bile into my mouth. The mere images of what was left of what was supposed to be my left leg brings a cold shiver down my spine. But then … I digress, let me begin at the beginning. My childhood was far from serene and tranquil. It was porced from the rudiments and statutes of what is considered normal, pristine and innocent. It was nothing a normal child goes through in their journey towar...
Ship of Lies
Deep in the never-ending void of darkness, surrounded by stars, gas clouds, planets and lights of distant realms our starship cruised on a course into the unknown. Randal and I picked up a plate of food from the cafeteria and sat down on one of the outer tables beside a window. My tray clanked against the metal surface of the table as we both sat down to eat. The graveyard shift for the engine room was always such a drag, but it was critical to the survival of all onboard. Life upon the Astro Voyager III wasn’t much different to life on Earth – if you never went outside. The starship was enorm...