The Nothing City_Learning to Breathe Again_The Dark Scourge_Olive Bread
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The Nothing City
I stood in a stunned shocked silence. People seemed to showww.onedoor.ccot past on either side of me in a buzz of useless activity. He was right there. He was alive, perfect and real, standing in the drab watercolor street smiling at me. I had no words. I had no thoughts. He was speaking to me then, but I couldn't hear him. I felt a deep sadness, he couldn’t really be alive, could he? I was seeing things. The world had finally gone truly fever mad in front of me. Teran was dead. There was no doubt, I had seen it. Had seen the wall fall on him. Had been there when they found his body, crumpled and broken. L...
Learning to Breathe Again
I stared at the letters until they blurred. His handwriting was terrible as always but the sentiments were sweet, so I guess that didn’t matter. The paper was crumpled though, which was the mail’s fault. Charlie would never be so careless. I traced the line of one of the deeper crinkles. The paper was rough and I could feel the letters as I ran my fingers over them. “Um, miss?” A man was standing in the doorway, looking extremely concerned. He was also holding out his hand, the hand that wasn’t worrying at his red cap. I looked him over, he was bald and had blue work clothes, which were altoge...
The Dark Scourge
A battle-worn warrior, DIRK, gazes up at a clear night sky. For the first time, in his 28 seasons of existence, he notices how the stars seem to pulsate with a life of their own. When he was a child, a weapons master told him that stars were pinholes in the curtain of night. But Dirk has come to realize that there is more to the twinkling stars than some childish notion. What he saws were worlds fighting for survival in the cold blackness of the void that is the night. It was a dire situation he, and his remaining brothers-at-arms, had come to know all too well. For at that very moment, they, ...
Olive Bread
I caught a late flight from the west coast to the funeral. Landed in Pittsburgh at four in the morning, not early enough to check into my hotel and get any sleep, not late enough to have gotten any real rest on the plane. My eyes felt heavy and itchy as I went through the motions of picking up my bags, catching a cab to the dingy hotel I’d selected for affordability, dropping off my bags, and picking up a greasy Dunkin’ Donuts breakfast sandwich just as the sun was rising. It was mid-May, but it was cold in Pittsburgh. Pennsylvania didn’t really get the springtime memo until June, and then it...