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Surfing With Gods
Eilon let out a sharp breath as a wave crashed over the front of his board. He spat out the briny water that flooded his open mouth and shook the wet from his eyes. I need to stop drinking so much of the ocean. His shoulders ached and his eyes burned from the constant surge of salt but he plunged his right hand into the cold and propelled himself forward. The ocean was frothing. The undulating currents seemed inexorable as he waded through. Though small www.onedoor.ccfrom the coast, on their surface, they felt enormous. Each crest was a mountain racing against gravity until, with thunderous power, blue wate...
Present and Beyond
After reading the text, I had to sit down before I collapsed in shock. The one friend I spent much of my younger life with has suddenly died. “Too young to have died,” I thought as many memories as possible of us together came to mind. Memories of us before we went our separate ways. We just started middle school when we met for the first time. We sat next to each other and started joking about how boring the teacher was, and how we would soon be fast asleep. From there our friendship took off. We quickly found out our lives at home were quite similar when it came to ...
Make All My Mountains a Road
Ady felt the drain from months of traveling, but knew that clarity was just on the horizon. When you spend extended time alone, it has a way of bringing a brightness….inspiration even. Her final stop was just hours away, the Sanctuary of Asclepius. Greece had always been on her list of travels, and somehow this journey, work related but also deeply personal, finally led her here. As the guide droned on about the distant mountains of Attica, Ady reached into her bag to look for her itinerary, and pricked her finger on something sharp. “OUCH!” she murmured, under her breath, as she pulled the ob...
Beautiful White Buildings
“I love you” the words ring through my ears. It doesn't sound right, coming from his mouth. Doesn't sound natural. The words sound hollow, emotionless. I'm not sure how to respond. I definitely don’t feel the same way, but I can't hurt him. “I can't,” I stutter. The rejection makes him cackle, a sound that sends shivers down my spine. He grabs my jaw and pulls me close, so close I can spell his breath. Beer and chips. All he probably ate today, makes me want to vomit. “I will NOT take no for an answer!” he snarls. He pulls his face even closer. Taunting me that any moment he can hurt me. Kil...