Just climb the tree_The Vicious Vacuum_Ask and You Shall Receive_A Resolution of Steel
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Just climb the tree
"Speak now." The command echoes in the spaces between my thoughts. Blinking, trying to wet my eyes and refocus on the figure in front of me. "Do you... do you think that the fish knows that the bears the enemy?" "Christ! We're not doing this again. Always these dumb questions and hypotheticals. Did you even hear a single thing I said?" "Right, because you're so considerate and comprehensible while you're yelling at me." I did hear him. I always hear him. I always strive to do exactly what he says but for some reason I always fall short. If only I was as perfect as people used to mock me for ...
The Vicious Vacuum
I swear, the day Jenette died started out perfectly normal.It was three p.m. on a Friday, and we were in Teitra’s bedroom, waiting for her to come home from school. Sunlight filtered hesitantly into the room from the window above Teitra’s bed. Those tiny little specks you see in the light floated around. The world looked as if it had a filter over it, toning the colors down, making everything murmury and quiet, like a cup of tea on a www.onedoor.ccmuted afternoon. Since Jenette and I didn’t have much to do, I just whistled and looked around. The room smelled like a flower that was a shade of off-white. Boo...
Ask and You Shall Receive
“Are you ready to give your statement?”“Yes”“Wait one minute, stenographer, are you on the line and are you ready to transcribe?”“I am, thank you.”“Okay, go ahead, officer.” “Thank you.” She took a deep breath, “I realize that this is my fifth impact statement that I am giving to oppose the release of Edward Charles. I get so caught up in how difficult it becomes for me every 18 months to prepare myself to face the possibility of his release, that I have a hard time seeing others and what they do. So, before I start, I do want to say thank you to the parole board for taking the time to listen ...
A Resolution of Steel
The ground was red, both from the flickering reflections of the glowing flames, as well as from the dark blood that seemed to cover the ground. On his knees, Nathen gazed upon his house, the only home he had ever known, now aflame and burning furiously. He could feel the heat on his face from the blaze, but he remained where he knelt as tears began to blur his vision.He wanted to scream. He wanted to run straight through the failing wooden doorway to find his father, but he knew that no one he would find in that house would be alive. He knew this from the three dead bodies of royal soldiers th...