Demeter_Lost to Myth_One Hundred Degrees_Carver
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Demeter
Mother, I just know you’ll love him once you get to know him.Sulfur. My daughter smells of sulfur. Great fires have burned around her. I know this and I know to keep my mouth shut. I clutch my clutch. I avoid biting down on my lip, because I fear getting lipstick on my teeth. Howser should have come with me, but New York City is no place for a dog that wasn’t born here. That wasn’t born smelling the skyscrapers and inhaling constantly the fragrance of streetside hot dogs.Mother, don’t be too hard on him. He’s misunderstood the way all great men are. The way father probably was when you met him...
Lost to Myth
Almost everyone has heard the tale of the fabled island, a near-perfect place inhabited by a half-god, half-man race, tragically swept away into the sea to be reverted to a mere legend forever. Atlantis.It was built on storms and earthquakes by Poseidon, the god of the sea, rising from the churning water, bright and glorious like the early morning sun. The city itself was constructed on the crest of a hill, surrounded by ocean as far as the eye could see in every direction, secure in its isolation. His palace, the crowning jewel of the city, was surrounded by five rings of water, with a strip ...
One Hundred Degrees
David woke up at seven am and he knew instantly that today wasn’t going to be any different from yesterday, or the day before, or the day before that. In fact, David would learn, today was going to be even worse than the past thirteen days. The temperature was already ninety degrees. He got up and took a cold shower. Cold was not really the right term as the water coming from the tap and shower was nearly eighty degrees. He washed his hair and basically rinsed off the sweat from last night, and then he got dressed for twww.onedoor.cche day. Cotton underwear, T shirt, light Khakis and canvas sneakers. O...
Carver
They say everyone’s got a bullet out there somewhere with their name on it. Which begs the question: who’s making ‘em?When I was a little girl, my brother went out one day and never came back. He’d gone to town to trade milk for money but come sundown he weren’t nowhere to be seen.Daddy found his body on the road the next day. Poor fool never even made it to town.Daddy said my brother had been shot once through the heart. What little money he had on him was gone, so was anything else of value. They even took the damn milk.Daddy called two people when he got back to town: the sheriff and the do...