A Heartbreak_What had to be done_The Little Bull and the Calf_The Day Had Finally Arrived
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A Heartbreak
The night was cold.She didn’t have to open her window to know this. Looking at the fogged up glass did the trick. Her insomnia is once again by her side, refusing to let her go, and she, her loyal companion is accepting her fully, not even bothering to put up a fight to chase her away.The moon is on the sky, casting a silver light on the dark neighborhood, and she stared at it as she rummaged through the options of activities she can do at this time in the night to pass the time. Read? Study? Staring at the wall or outside her window? Sneak a smoke, and hope the smell goes away before her par...
What had to be done
I was in a warehouse. It was night already and there was no one else there, but I wasn’t afraid. I hadn’t been afraid of anything in a long time, like that part of my brain had withered and died. I heard footsteps and ran up the stairs. There weren't that many people, maybe three or four. I could take three or four. They were kids, I could tell. Maybe eighteen or nineteen. It didn’t matter anyway. I had dealt with younger. I jumped down from my place of hiding. My cape helped me glide through the air to the floor, for a moment it always felt like I was truly flying. When I fell I had the pose...
The Little Bull and the Calf
...[P]eer power as an extrinsic force is a lot like radiation: a little goes a long way. Charles D. HayesSome people, perhaps even most, in the situation Sam found herself would wonder how they got there. She had no trouble pinpointing the moment that led her to be sitting in an interrogation room, wrists cuffed to the table, ankles shackled to the floor. It was the simple sentence: “I dare you.”“I’m Special Agent Angela Mackey. You’re Samira?”“Sam.”“Samira Thibideaux, twenty-six, from New Orleans, Louisiana, correct?”“Yes, ma’am.”Angela leaned forward on her elbows. “You understand you’re in...
The Day Had Finally Arrived
The day had finally arrived. Tom quietly shuffled around his room, careful not to wake his wife, gathering his socks from the dresser, tie and suit from the closet and shoes from next to the door as he quietly closed it behind him. Dumping everything on the couch, Tom headed to the bathroom with a pronounced bounce in his step to wash up for the day ahead. Staring in the mirror as he brushed his teeth, he stared into his own eyes and was nearly brought to tears as he thought about the relief that would come today. The weight that would be lifted from his shoulders as something finally went his...