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Living and Dying
“Let me get this straight. You want me to wait here with you, in this chair, on this porch, and not go anywhere for the next twenty-four hours, or I’m going to die?” asked Martin. Fred nodded vigorously. “Yes, that’s right. We have to try and do something different this time. Please believe me. I can’t watch you die again.”“Die again? Are you mad?”Fred took a gulp like he was trying to swallow something unwww.onedoor.ccpleasant. “I’ve seen you die about fifty times and this is the first time I’ve levelled with you. You must believe me.”Martin turned and took a step away. He laughed and turned to face his li...
Perlas
Thirsty.It was three in the morning and Perlas was thirsty. She got up from the narrow bed in her rented apartment, the covers sticking to the sweat-soaked clothes on her back. Her hair was drenched too, a consequence of the midsummer heat that had become unbearable seemingly overnight. Manila could be chilly from the northeast winds one day and sweltering the next.She crossed the ten steps to her refrigerator and yanked it open. She was not sure what she expected but was aghast to find she had just one bottle of water left. She snatched the bottle up and drank it all at once, feeling a moment...
No Time to Gloat
“It’s a game and it’s just for fun. We each ask a question or make a statement in response to the other’s question or statement and each response must contain one additional word than the previous response. If that makes sense let’s begin, I’ll start.” “How?”“How what?”“How could you?”“How could I what?”“How could you not know?”“How could I not know what?”“How could you not know the game?”“Why is this game so important to you?”“How could you even ask a question like that?”“Where am I supposed to go with this from here?”“Ideally, we need to surpass one thousand words in the conversation.”“That ...
Other's: Lives
“I was driving on the 5, when this truck up ahead of me slams on his brakes. That’s why I don’t like driving behind anything I can’t see around or over. Like to know what’s up ahead, just in case. Well this was one of those just in case times. A metal pole came flying from nowhere and went through the windshield just inches from me. I could have been dead, but I’m here talking to you. I want to know how come I’m still here, and how you are going to get me through it.” “It’s not really what I do.” “They told me you could help. Now I can’t drive, hell, most days I’m worried to go outside, and...