Carnapped_Indifference_Soul Bears_Forget Me Not
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Carnapped
“What the……….it was here only 30 minutes agoHans stared stupidly at the empty rectangle of worn-away gravel, weeds, and murky puddle in the middle.Warned of such crimes he’d dismissed them as idle and unimportant. Outraged, feeling foolish, he churlishly kicked at the ground. Scheisse! I’ve been…………. CARNAPPEDA few people had gathered after hearing the commotion. Quietly muttering and nodding in sympathy, they’d seen it before. Gringo, blond-haired, young, innocent and vulnerable to the oldest trick in the book.Targeted as he parked and strolled into the shop, the ladrone...
Indifference
Eduardo and I sat on the bluff, overlooking the factory complex in the valley below. The gritty sand beneath us was a dusty buff color, matching our sweat-encrusted camouflage clothing. The air was warm from the day-long bright sun, now moving behind the Lliama Volcano in the southern Andes, and particles of dust swirled in the air. As the sun descended, the vents and air conditioning units on the rooftops of the Chilean weapons complex flashed in the copper sunlight.I pointed into the valley. “See how they don’t open one gate until another has been closed.” A truck was exiting through a serie...
Soul Bears
An unknown force created four souls for 4 dolls out of thin air. A panda named peter Panda, a Black bear named Artie, a polar bear named May, and a red panda action figure named Red, were all suddenly alive but with translucent bodies, looking at their own actual, inanimate bodies on a hospital bed next to a girl they quickly recognized as their best friend. "Hi," uttered a seemingly sad humanoid resembling a generic angel as she approached the dolls from behind. "I understand that none of you can speak, so let me explain since you are all able to understand my words." The four bears gathered ...
Forget Me Not
I was out of breath, sweat was dripping in my eye, and I could feel a damp, squishing sensation in one of my cheap shoes from the puddle I stepped into trying to get here.The doors shut behind me, and I walked down the narrow bus isle to my seat. At least I made it, I guess that was a small accomplishment.Why couldn’t I keep things straight? Was it Wednesday, or Tuesday? When was that interview 9? Or 9:30? I could set timers and alarms on my phone as a reminder, but then I would forget to charge it. I could ask my mom to call me, but then I would miss it, because I would be distractedly wateri...