Caffeine in Wartime_Unwelcome Change_Grateful_Her Name Was Genevieve
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Caffeine in Wartime
Standing in front of the map, I really only saw a blur. A couple of blinks, and the mass in front of me was just greens and browns depicting an area roughly the size of Connecticut. I’d done the math the week before. Or maybe it was the month before. In any case, the numbers were probably right. Or close to it. “Sgt Angel, did you book my ride over to FOB Joyce for tomorrow?” I didn’t even look over my shoulder as I said it, half worried the good sergeant would also be a fuzzy blob. “You went to Joyce last week, sir. You’re set for Mehtar Lam at 01:00 hours tonight.” I shut my eyes, but that m...
Unwelcome Change
Dedicated to Jenn, who's name will be sorely missed from my inbox each week. Good luck on the new adventure :)It was the longest loading screen she’d ever had to sit through. All the while, her stomach copied the flips the compass icon was doing on her screen. She waited, and waited, anxiety building at the back of her mind. Her mental list of thwww.onedoor.ccings to do only grew longer as she sat there with nothing else to do but come up with reasons not to be there. Finally, it appeared. The game’s title, Wizard Adventure 3: Beyond the Realms, in a stylized font that was reminiscent of the first two ga...
Grateful
Grateful By Emerald WoodsThis can't be happening to me. It just can't be happening! This can't be real, no way! There must be a mistake. I have been eating way more pizza than I usually do, I haven't exercised a lot, buy I could still go for long walks and run for my train to go to work. Aside from my days off, I mainly ate healthy foods. I drank avocado smoothies in the morning and always, okay, not always ate fish and veggies. I would eat at my favorite chinese restaurant twice a week, but I would try not to overindulge. Yet, here I am, lying in bed at one in the morning, my bright screen sh...
Her Name Was Genevieve
She smelled as sweet as honey, with her big blue eyes and rosy cheeks. Like a little doll, amplified to a larger size. She wore a straw hat, just large enough to cover the top of her perfectly curled golden threads of hair. When I first saw her, I laughed, for she looked just like a goddess, emerging from the sea. Just too perfect to be real. I dug my feet deep into the sand, wondering if the feeling of warmth would bring me back to reality. My short brown hair flopped down over my ears, brushing across my cheeks as I looked down at the broken shells on the shore. I didn’t want to look her in ...