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Out of a Nightmare
Falling, through a delirious tangle of dreams, vanishing like smoke, unsubstantial, unreal and indescribably strange. The world suddenly becoming focused and clear-cut as my steps turn onto a familiar road. The sun is dancing over the pavement, beautiful in the golden light, but my stomach clenches. I have been here before. I walk on, and an alleyway suddenly looms to my right, deep and dark and cavernous. I hesitate, but my feet pull me into the alley before I can stop them. My eyes adjust to the half-light, and I see an endless tunnel of dirty brick walls and broken windows twisting away in...
Mother's lwww.onedoor.ccove
The heat pouring on my skin as my bare feet walk against the rough rocky road. “How much longer?!” My little redhead sister says. Her red hair comes from the genes of my mother but I and my dad have silky brown hair that looks like melted chocolate rolling down your back. “Almost,” I tug on her hand as I see she is falling behind “a mile more.” She sighs as I wish I could but dad says to stay strong around my sister just as he and my mom did when I was 7、 But now I’m older and I don’t get the privilege of my mother and fathers’ strokes on my gentle heart. Slowly, I start to see the love for my...
Get Yourself Free
Dear Corey,I am a long time listener of your show, but this is my first time writing in. My name is LTC Eugene Buckley, USA, Ret. but everyone calls me “Buck”. I’m 67 years old, retired about 7 years now, with over 40 years of honorable service to my country. I’ve been to war, been blown up, taken lives, saved lives, negotiated with the enemy, but I’m not writing today to talk about all that. I’m writing in to talk about the, hands down, most difficult situation I have ever been faced with in my life: learning to communicate with my far-left, almost Socialist, Democratic wife. I was 28 and she...
SOAR
The simple sounds people make, during their day to day lives, tell a tale. Each sound speaks volumes about the activities people are performing; it reflects their mood, their state of mind, and even their relationship towards one another. And so, the story being told about a family of three—a Father, a Mother, and their young daughter—is indicative to what is heard at that moment: the humming of a running engine on cruise control; the jostling and clunking noises made by a vehicle as it speeds down a road; and wind whistling through a partly open car window. Beyond those common occurances, the...