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A Special Day
The easiest way to do this job, Rosa had discovered, was to not think about where the ingredients came from. She couldn't, after all, forget what they were, not when everything required so much processing from start to finish of meal preparations. But unlike Uthrik's previous cooks, she didn't say a word about it. She wouldn't eat the same fare, knowing what it was, and she wasn't even going to make her own food on the same kitchen utensils. She had been there to see the last three cooks become the meal they refused to make and knew that silence was the only thing that would spare her life. Sh...
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Sun dances on my eyelids, and I don't want to open my eyes. Birdsong lulls me to a drifty sort of space, softly, slowly. I give a soft smile as I-“BAM!!!” My door swings open and my eyes are peeled open by a five-year-old sitting on my chest. Soft yellow curls fall on my cheeks and tickle my nose. I hide my face in my hands to avoid any more little-sister-harassment while I peek through my fingers at the clock. The hands point to eight in the morning and I sigh.“Listen, little lady! I say as I tap my sister's nose, You've made me lose precious beauty sleep here, and you better scurry your sorr...
Brilliant Darkness
A salmon-colored sunset poured radiant warmth over Khanos. His now forty-year-old hands quivered nervously as he counted the empty small and large brass casings that still reeked of sulfur. "Twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five…" he continues gruffly for a few moments. "Fifty-four, fifty-five, fifty-six...." He continues to count as he watches the sun just begin to touch the horizon over the sun-scorched prairie. Sweat creeps down the side of his head into his deep brown beard. Pooling within, it eventually begins to drip upon his holy symbol. A triangle pided into thirds houses an eye, a sw...
Meet Me At The Bookstore
I hit snooze. Not once, but several times before the light come from my window is too bright to ignore. What I rather do is tuck myself tighter in my bedsheets and feel the chill of the air conditioning. I can fake a cozy Fall breeze and have excuses to wear my favorite sweatshirt. I’m tired of the heat.The background of the TV plays in the background as I groggily make my way to make a cup of coffee. I toast the only two toaster waffles left in my freezer and clean the cluttered table from the night before. Crumpled pieces of paper, sprawled across the tablecloth with a half-empty wine bottle...