The Dance of Corpses_One In the Well_Tinted_Following my missteps
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The Dance of Corpses
She sang, and he drank it up greedily. Never before had he felt so… complete. The feeling scared the life out of him. What if he lost it? It would be like losing an arm or a leg. Like never being able to walk again. A chill ran down his back, and he shook his arms a little as if to check that they were still there.The hum of the city grew more and more distant as the forest swallowed him. The images of the people who needed him swam in the back of his mind. Their hungry eyes, begging. He forced the pictures away, and let his legs float freely. Almost hovering above the ground, that’s how fast...
One In the Well
I looked dwww.onedoor.ccown to my right hand, my little sister, Annie, clung to it as we looked over the edge of the well. "What do you think it is?" She asked as we kept our gaze fixed on the shimmering light that sat at the bottom."Maybe someone dropped a knife? It kinda' looks like it's sparking though..." After a few more moments of unfulfilled curiosity, I decided to lower the makeshift bucket connected to the well. "Remember, don't move around too much. Last time was too close." Annie laughed as she climbed into the bucket, she was getting bigger, another year and we'd need a bigger bucket. "Last ti...
Tinted
wat-er and drop-lets obscure the lightlead-ing the eye to-wards things in the night…Alex glanced at the odd note left on his dashboard. The cardstock base supported a haphazardly taped piece of sheet music, its paper edges fraying from where it had been hastily torn. Carefully folded, as if waiting just for him to open it, Alex could only glance at the handmade note sitting on his worn leather dashboard.In a rush, he opened the glovebox, stuffed the note inside, and locked it back to its closed position. He didn’t have time for this- not today. The tinting of his windows took far longer than A...
Following my missteps
Dear Reader, I was attempting to take care of my lawn which is generally a lost cause during the six dry months of Summer. The cell phone in my pocket rang. It turned out my daughter, having freshly graduated from Louisiana State, had found employment near me in California. Apparently, the hiring company was in immediate need of her services, and she was required to report for work within a few days. That meant she was obliged to travel by air. And so, the basic reason for the telephone call emerged. Could I, with little notice, fly to Louisiana and drive her car to California? She added that ...