It's as Simple as That_There Is Nothing To Fear But Fear Itself_Dumb Luck_The Backup Train
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It's as Simple as That
I’ve only made one promise in my entire life. As time seamlessly goes by, the day and night losing their separation, dates evoking no emergency within me, and life slowly becoming devoid of any true meaning, I continue on because for some reason my soul feels obligated to uphold this promise. Pride doesn’t dictate how I operate and shame puts no fear in my heart. So why I’m inclined to remain true to my word is beyond me and it’s bothering me that I can’t get to the bottom of it.It snowed six inches two days ago. Being that it’s the middle of autumn in New England should cause some concern bu...
There Is Nothing To Fear But Fear Itself
"I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul." InvictusThe clinic loomed large in front of me, awash with the smell of antiseptic and bleach. I felt as if my feet were frozen to the ground as I drew to a halt, the magic vault in front of me, absolute discretion. Through the double glass doors I could www.onedoor.ccsee the corridor flowing ahead of me into the distance which got me moving again. Decision made, I left lighter than when I had arrived.************************** Highfield House had been the most wonderful place to grow up in. Passed down through Sarah's father's side of the family it...
Dumb Luck
Hiking in a three-piece suit wasn’t one of Elena’s best ideas but the city had felt all too imposing after another day of judgmental stares and prying questions. She’d meant to go home and spend the evening the way she’d spent the last three. Bundled up on her couch in a too cold apartment, searching for jobs with the eviction notice glaring at her from the coffee table.Instead, she found herself trekking up the side of the mountain, cursing under her breath at the way the moist air and cheap polyester suit clung to her skin. She’d long since shrugged out of the jacket and carried it in one ha...
The Backup Train
Forty people, the news anchor announced, had died in the bombing of an apartment complex less than five miles away. Bryanna had passed the building countless times when going to the grocery store. The bank. The hair salon. The office, when she still had an office. Her coworker, Virginia, had lived in the complex. Loved dogs. Hated scary movies. Baked cookies with candy cane-shaped sprinkles and butter cream icing for Bryanna and her colleagues every Christmas Eve. Had she perished in the blaze? She didn’t know and had a feeling that she didn’t want to.The newscast jumped to a video ...