Drifted_One Body for you, One Body for me_Field of Vision_Up, Up, and Away
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Drifted
A tumbleweed rolled across the empty dusty road. Whatever pushed it along its way was unknown to Kristy as she baked under the brightness above her. She was hunched over the hood of her broken down El Camino. It was little better than sitting inside the hot car, but at least out here she could breathe. She had no water, and she had no idea how long she would have before the tow truck reached her.Kristy stared off into the distance toward the mountains of red sandstone. The bases of the mountains were blwww.onedoor.ccurred behind the water-like mirage rising from the ground. Looking at it made Kristy even mo...
One Body for you, One Body for me
With intensity, he furiously tries to scrub the blood off his hands. His mind was already in a state of overdrive, desperately trying to sort what was real and what was fake and who was responsible for killing Rachel. Was it him or her ? **********"One body for you and one for me, I take the leg and you take the head,Blood will flow, the flow is blood,One body for you and one for me" a little voice sang.For twenty hours, he had been awake. Today was an important day, he couldn't let nightmares disrupt his day, so he spent the entire night sipping coffee and browsing the Internet. Now here ...
Field of Vision
Normally, the sights and smells of a race setting up would excite me to my very core. However, on this particular day, I am running very very late and I have no time to stop and take in the scene around me. It is a blur as I ran full speed down a hallway that opened to the race track. I can see an official looking around for me, clearly he was about to call me a no show and clear my gate, but I come barrelling in. “I’m here! I’m heeeeeeerrrreeeee,” I yell, drawing the eyes of fellow racers and audience members alike. Luckily, I also draw the attention of the official who simply nods his head ...
Up, Up, and Away
Up, Up, and Away“Do you believe it is possible for someone to do something, and not remember until it is too late, why they did it?” “Don’t see why not.”I remembered Bonner. One night he was bored. He gets fidgety, the only way to describe it. He starts scratching at itches, itching scratches, and generally bringing the whole atmosphere of the gathering to something that rivals a death march.One night, he says, after I’m sure having considered all the possibilities, that we should go to the ski hill. None of us were jumpers, so we couldn’t figure out why. It was cold, below zero by a lot. So ...