RoadHawk_The Family House that was not a Home_Failure Means Death_Dude
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RoadHawk
The roadrunner always knew she wanted to fly.Since the first time her talons touched the human sky-road where the metal birds flew, she knew she wanted to fly like the metal birds. Away from the desert heat. Away from the coyotes and the bobcats, and definitely away from the snakes. And the humans.But she couldn’t fly on her own.One of the metal birds sat on the human sky-road. It looked far bigger than any bird ever grew. She wanted to fly inside the bird. Then she could soar above all the other desert predators. Including the hawks that swooped with their talons outstretched. Every roadrunne...
The Family House that was not a Home
“Does your vision slow down when you get older?” George wondered with spoken words on that fateful day. Objects in his old house were appearing to move when he looked at them in passing. They would stop that seeming motion when he put his full focus on that apparent movement. It was happening more and more often these days. George asked himself whether his aging brain was processing images more slowly than his eyes were passing messages to it. He first put serious thought to this matter one morning when a knife on the kitchen counter appeared to move slightly towards him, turning itself bla...
Failure Means Death
Harriet sat at the elegant table, looking out the window at the city far below. The lights of the buildings and cars lit up the freshly fallen white snow. Somewhere out there, Mark was waiting with a long-ranged rifle, prepared to take the fatal shot. Harriet shivered, unable to determine if it came from watching the frozen white powder fall from the sky or from thinking of the cold heartless deed that was about to take place. She had done horrible things during her lifetime. She was a thief, a liar, a cheat, and much more, but a killer….. She couldn’t bring herself to even consider the though...
Dude
My bonfire crackled, sending dancing sparks between the twisting oaks of Death Forest. Fully orchestrated music flowed through the creaking boughs, a song I'd heard at least ten times since I'd arrived. Sages called it Ballad of Death Forest. Rather www.onedoor.ccuninspired, if you ask me.I'd once tried to locate the string quartet, but it only led me to a tree near a goblin encampment, where I ended up hog tied inside a tent until Dude rescued me.Dude! Such an exotic name! I had to find him again, no matter the cost!I unfolded the letter I'd read dozens of times before, inhaling imagined scents of manly co...