Apres Ski_Maybe I'm Not a Sociopath_Ebb Tide_In those days
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Apres Ski
It was she who contacted me at the outset. I didn’t find it weird at the time. People still remember me as a one-time hopeful for the U.S. Alpine team, so, even in a somewhat obswww.onedoor.cccure sport like Alpine skiing, from time to time, people approach me. It’s flattering, especially now that I’ve gotten older and slower. At my best, I lived, ate, and breathed skiing until the sport held no pleasure for me anymore. I became a machine, spending hours visualizing the turns and the carving, focused only on perfecting my technique. At that time, I longed for the days that I could ski for my own selfish pl...
Maybe I'm Not a Sociopath
“Sometimes I think I’m a sociopath. Like, last week, alright? I'm in a meeting with Richard—my boss—, Ethan—my crush—, and Sally—my archenemy—about the budget for our newest project. I came up with the idea to create a long, adhesive light that you can attach to the ceiling of a car and remotely light up so you can see if a murderer, or whatever, is lurking in the backseat, waiting to kill you when you’re alone at night.“Anyway, this company, SafeTech, that primarily sells devices to keep women safe loved it, because I’m a genius or whatever. They hired us to develop the idea into a finished p...
Ebb Tide
TW: suicide I crawl at the inky surface: desperate, feral, like an animal trying to escape a trap. I manage to steal one small gasp before the waves return, shoving me against the jagged rocks that slowly tear apart my fragile body.I’m not sure what pulled me to the water tonight. Maybe it was the moon, pulling me toward the water just as it pulled the water toward me. It always seemed to do that. “You are a child of the high tide,” my mother told me, as she gently brushed the sand from my corn-silk hair. “You and I are both that way- Always wanting to grow, always wanting to rise.” I felt my ...
In those days
THE LAST OF THE LEG. Before the wind, we came in the pale dawn of December, driven by the north at last in a haven. Flavia came to see me. She has moved from Sweden by her a little car and was delighted seeing us secured in the port. I wasn't in hight spirit for I was tired and down, still at the same time relaxed getting the ship out of the sea and now secured ai quya in the port of Lybec. A few days ago, we struggled on our way to suffering the sifting of the cargo in a northern gale in the baltic sea—the crew from Estonia- full of hope and opportunity to get aboard a foreign ship. Now all h...