Woodstock_A Chance of Hope_Anti-Matter_Humbling
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Woodstock
As Roger watched the news he became more and more disturbed. What is this world coming to? he thought. Another war and another terrorist attack made the headlines. Even locally there was violence and hatred being reported. Again, Roger thought to himself, maybe it’s a good thing I won’t remember any of this by morning. His short-term memory was making life more and more difficult for him. Trying to remember basic life skills and recalling recent conversations and events was one of the most difficult things for him now. Even though Roger was only in his late seventies, dementia was taking a to...
A Chance of Hope
"Let's see here, 8,072 days... That's a little over 22 years that I've lived on this island." A darkly skinned man counted out loud."I know, my baby boy. I know that you want to see the world beyond our home. I just wish that you wouldn't leave with them. In fact, I encourage you not to."An elderly woman spoke, as she sat down on a roughly cut conifer bench.“Lano, our family has lived on the island of Bykanu for twelve generations. We have never had true a need to leave before.”“I know Mama, but those...
Anti-Matter
Author’s Note: Hi! NOTE FOR ALL Y’ALL WHO GO ON LIKE SPREES: I personally think that likes are nice, but comments and critiques are much more helpful! I kind of hate it when people just go on random liking sprees. I’d appreciate it much more if you took the time to read and give feedback. Points are nice but at the end of the day, improvement is better :) OK, that’s that done. Happy Valentine’s Day, Chinese New Year and Lent to those who celebrate! This is based off a dream my friend Sahana had. It’s weird. I really don’t know. It’s also pretty unrealistic, but it’s also based on a dream so. ...
Humbling
That sound. Crack! Sound waves wrapped around me like violent blanket as I watched the ground swww.onedoor.ccplit apart and fall away from my feet.This scenario from two years prior was on repeat as I watched Haines, Alaska get nuked with a late season storm from the entrance of my Yurt. Snow fell like golf balls filled with helium, filling in any remaining exposed chutes high up in the mountains. I was back. Back for redemption. Back to prove that this particular line on this particular mountain in Alaska was not going to take me out. Narcissistic? Defiantly. But you need to be somewhat of a narcissist in...