The Golden Boy & The Ugly Duckling_Swimming into Caves_SPRING TIME_the sixth extinction
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The Golden Boy & The Ugly Duckling
When Tristan Stellan had tapped on my window, I had expected something much more illegal. Nevertheless, I was not disappointed.“You like it?”Here we are, dangerously out of breath, bodies heaving on the street, staring upside down at the Spring Festival in all its glory. Perhaps not all of it, lights down and all, but the dark intrigue more than makes up for them. It all stands there, silent and inviting: Rhonda’s funnel cakes, the old spin coaster, a new Ferris wheel, and the tacky dance floor. It emanates Easter eggs and danger and tulips in the ridiculously wholesome Ashbourne Park, Ashbou...
Swimming into Caves
Swimming into Caves.You like and then you love and then there is sex and then children. Is this merely the evolutionary thrust and parry of life, or is it now for me in later life the fairytale or the fable? I realize the happiness that I still long to cradle is slightly tinted now with these options. And by that I don’t mean tainted by opaque relationships. You see up until I was about 45 my marriage and my children were largely my wants and desire. They were the ‘fairytale’ story in which improbable events lead to a happy ending , and I so wish that I could finish this story here. However my...
SPRING TIME
SPRING TIME Every year when it was spring again, and you felt spring in the air, in the wind, you saw it in the light, for her it was time to adventure, her heart beating tightly, in the ditches between lawn and lawn, looking for those jonquils so rare, which standing upright with their sober , solid, enchanting appearance (look) among needles and weeds. They, with their glazed appearance that made you think they were ceramic flowers, yet with their unmistakable perfume, even if barely perceptible, a bitter sweet scent which reached you, which you could perceive mixed with the wind, they were ...
the sixth extinction
January 1999, morning, abandoned mall She was struggling to remember the date, because every day is like the last one. Wake up, check on Vicky, look for any signs of life, eat canned peaches, and realize that when death takes your hand, they won. Friday, Sept 24 1997 6:34 am, home “All this bull news” mother said frustrated, after turning off the TV. “What do you mean ma?” Ally was confused. Her mom usually iswww.onedoor.cc pretty calm but now she's getting frustrated because of “fake news”. “I mean that this news is bullshit. Nothing has happened for weeks and the president expects us to leave our h...