A Cold-Hearted Lesson_A different kind of night_The Orkis, the Nymph, and the Water God_Fractured
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A Cold-Hearted Lesson
It is a clear cold day on Attitash Mountain in North Conway, New Hampshire. I have never skied before this day and I am in a cold sweat. My brother-in-law, Ron, rented some skis and boots for me and they are very tight on my feet. I feel like my feet need to breathe. My feet are panicking. I breathe in and out several times and try to locate my sister Ann, but she is nowhere to be found. I look around at the crowd of people waiting for the ski lift. They are all bundled up in bright cute ski outfits and seem so confident and carefree. Why can't I just relax and enjoy this new sport? My brother...
A different kind of night
He was cloaked in a long, black trenchcoat that nearly grazed the rocky path beneath him. His equally black fedora, hung low over his face, casting shadows in every direction when the moonlight hit it just right. From my perch high up in our small apartment, nestled in a mountain of pillows on my window seat, I was unable to tell if his scuffed trainers made any noise as he paced up and down the street. 5 minutes turned to 10, which quickly became 30 and then an hour. And yet he kept pacing; I kept watching. Whatever shreds of drowsiness that had remained, had immediately vanished once I saw t...
The Orkis, the Nymph, and the Water God
Rohlana swam up towards the spot where the water gave way to the open air, orca tail beating rapidly. Her dark head broke the surface moments later, emerging into the warm air. She breathed in deeply through her nostrils, taking in the spectacular view of stars and the silver waning gibbus that shone over the island up ahead. A moment later, another silhouette materialized briefly beneath the surface before her brother, Kylow, emerged next to her.“Can you see him?” Kylow asked, trying to peer through waves that kept obscuring his view of the atoll up ahead. Rohlana peered ahead at the small, v...
Fractured
Drip. Drip. Drip.The low light of the moon filtered in through the window on this cloudless night. Sat with his head hanging over his sink was a pale man, his skin sallow with heavy bags under his weary eyes. A long, wispy exhale escaped his lungs as he stared into his reflection in the broken mirror before him. His figure was broken into fragments, piding along the cracks as words finally filled the air. “Who am I?”Sat at his desk, the same man typed away on hiwww.onedoor.ccs keyboard. The noise of his workplace fading away as the percussion of his keys kept his mind focussed on the task at hand. Hours on ...