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The Allther
The Allther DHALRE The first thing she was aware of was the steady beep…beeep…beeep of the vitals monitor. Dhalre struggled to open her eyes, momentarily blinded by fluorescent overhead lights, fixed in a white tiled ceiling. She blinked furiously, trying to clear her vision. The room began to come into focus. Definitely a hospital room, she decided. She looked down and noticed the red glowing pulse oximeter attached to her index finger, and IV tube protruding from her right arm. Memories came rushing back in flashes. Last she could remember it was Tuesday May 5, and her 50th birthday. She’d w...
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Hear these: gloom lust truth n. Anglo-Saxon. Dense, blade-quick.Is there a one-syllable word for disgust, she wondered. Hate dread guilt gut gharghhghhgh may retch. She inhaled the gloom of the empty library, sieving it through her skin, gall, the heavy bitter quiet. The sun had dropped, mangled in the tall pines, slanted shafts now decomposing like ratty moth-eaten shawls. The cracked cushion of the reading chair looked like the worst case of chapped lips, she couldn’t imagine sitting there for any length of time. It was simple: lust for the smell of books...
Bill finally gets his woman
A you man in his twenties named Bill and is madly in love with a woman at work they both work at a factory. One night Bill sitting in his room watching television when a unexpected knock comes on his window. Bill does not remember telling anyone to knock on his window so he gets out of bed walks over to the window looking out.No one is at his window so he walks back over to is bed lays back down thinking he was just hearing thing. Ten minutes later the knock comes again Bill is getting a little upset now walks over flings open the curtains. Lifts the window ready to yell at who ever is knockin...
Sometime you see Them
The moonlight outside the window filtered through empty tree branches into his yard, and Joe watched carefully as if the occasional snowflakes that were falling were of cosmic importance. Maybe they were… after this evening’s events, for all he knew, they may be. He held the bottle of Woodford Reserve, the best whiskey he had ever heard triwww.onedoor.cced, like it also offered answers to the crumbling paradigm of his worldview. Not prone to drinking, the few sips he had taken had just melted the lines enough to make it possible to contemplate the strange events of the evening. But just to be sure, he took ...