And the mountains fall into the heart of the sea_The Cursed/The Blessed_Bag of Groceries_No Recourse
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And the mountains fall into the heart of the sea
“And then, as never on land, he knows the truth that his world is a water world, a planet dominated by its covering mantle of ocean, in which continents are but transient intrusions of land above the surface of the all-encircling sea.” ~ Rachel CarsonTwo slick gray bodies came to the fading edge where my waves crashed against the beach, a now blinding white expanse of jagged crystals piled into salt dunes that replaced the once smooth sand of the island coast. The first body had a white spot on the back of its head. It was round, like an eye. As I tumbled the lifeless form in a relentless cycl...
The Cursed/The Blessed
"There was blood on his hands!" Sandra shouted into her phone, "That's crazy. He actually killed him!?"Her friend on the other side, another avid viewer of the show they were talking about, started blwww.onedoor.ccabbing about it too. Sandra was absorbed in the conversation, walking behind a couple who did not look that happy. The man was a ways away from the woman, but they were communicating every so often. Little did they know, their argument was not going to last that long.A sedan, black in color, swerved into the sidewalk. The woman was hit in the stomach, and pushed along with the vehicle. Out of cont...
Bag of Groceries
The bag of groceries sat in my front yard. I’d been watching out the front door and saw a little car drive up fast and stop in front of my house. A young kid 12 or 13, jumped out carrying this bag, leaned over the fence and dropped it near my mailbox. “What the fruitcake?” Those were my first thoughts. “What did I order that gets delivered by a 12 year old kid? . . . when did I order it? . . . I wonder if I wrote it down somewhere? . . . jeez Louise. Maybe it’s supposed to go to the neighbor across the street?”My mood rapidly shifted from curious, to pissed off. I was not going to take anymore...
No Recourse
They say I’ve become obsessed with escaping. But what alternative is there? They say I need to be here. I belong here. I have been sentenced to spend more time than I’ve been allotted by life, I know that. I do not wish to die in this place. It is not the dying that frightens me however, but the fact that in here, you are alone. So alone, even when surrounded by others, you are alone. They are alone. Everyone in this place is alone, with only themselves to provide a means of escape. Some read to escape. Some sing, some exercise, some do nothing. I’ve watched them. They shrivel like fruit, th...