Speak Truth!_Nemesis_Internal Power_The Inbetween Times
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Speak Truth!
“Speak now.” I heard the voice: I could hear it quite clearly. But what to say? I was blindfolded, hands tied behind me, and feet tied to the legs of a chair. “I don’t know what to say,” I began. “Speak only truth,” the voice said. Male voice, I was pretty certain. The expectation of rape or worse. Was there worse? Of course, there was. There was . . . nothing. Death. “I will tell the truth. But I don’t know what you want me to say.” “Not what I want! Truth. Say what think.” English must not be native to whoever this was. I didn’t detect an accent. “I think, well, I think I don’t know wher...
Nemesis
April 02, 1998Redemption, a life of redemption, it is what it is, and it is what all about. I read those royal blue words etched below a tapestry painting. She is about to jump from the highest cliff. Always I wished to see the face of that winged girl. But, I could only see the back of the girl in that tapestry painting. I'm thoughtful and observant each time I see it when I visit my granny's house. It makes my mind soak with hefty ideas. I don't mind it hanging, on that wall, and had never asked my granny anything about it. It is yet another relic in the house as per her. But, those relics c...
Internal Power
The worlwww.onedoor.ccd is often cruel and unforgiving. Your luck in early life is as random as someone rolling a dice. It just so happens that I rolled a one. John thought about this as he woke up. The state of his dingy apartment used to bother him but he has since become numb. His standards have lowered to a crawl and he was stuck in auto-pilot.Another day another grind, he said to himself. John groggily went through his daily routine and was ready for work soon after. Just as he was about to head through the door, he saw a letter for past-due rent. All he could do was sigh heavily.Just like his life, t...
The Inbetween Times
Amberlin hitched her too-large jeans up on her bony hips and glanced toward the sky. Clear, for now.Trudging up the abandoned street, the sun beat down on her shoulders, and she wished for something cooler than the old denim jacket she had covering her arms. The bag on her back was heavy, causing sweat to trickle down her spine in that uncomfortably sticky way, giving her the shudders.A cat darted from between buildings, hissing as it skittered past her and onto the other side of the street, back into the safety of the dark. Amber hissed right on back and shook her head at the stupid beast. Ca...