You were never the murderer_The Sound of Sight_Void No More_Garth
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You were never the murderer
CW substance useI feel so much love for this man. He is trying to kill us. We are a group of about eight, scattered, running up this residential block in the half light before dawn. We dodge around Chevrolet Cavaliers and Ford Escorts parked on the curb. We know he is behind us. If I could just reach him, explain to them, this would be over. A crash of pots starts me awake and I lie, heart racing, listening to rain out the window and breakfast prep in the kitchen.I close my eyes, trying to hold onto the dream images. If I could only see his face. I am still suffused with love, flooded with its...
The Sound of Sight
I sat within the classroom. The rest of the class left for the day. The calm breeze flew through the window, whisking my brown hair over my eyes. The music from the guitar played quietly through the speakers of the phone lying on my desk.I held onto my guitar in solace. The pick rested in my hand. Whenever I felt depressed, sad, even happy, I would cover my ears and escape to the world of music. It saved me. I had a difficult life, more than others, actually; more than most. My parents passed away. A car collision took them from me. I was over it at this point; well not really, no one really o...
Void No More
“Gimme another, Joe.”“That’s four already, Ryan. You sure you want another?”“You can cut me off after this.”“Alright.” Ryan sighed as the barback refilled his whiskey double then slid the glass over to him. “Cheers.” The musician didn’t throw it back right away but nursed it as he mused over the events of the last four days. “Bloowww.onedoor.ccdy hell,” he chuckled. “I supposed I should be glad I got out when I did. Now I see what my friends were getting at.” He sipped the spirit, wincing at the burn. “At least they’re not heckling me about it, but, they’re also not here with me.” He sighed again and checke...
Garth
“We have plenty of time.” That’s what they would say each and every time. Plenty of time, and people believed it. Even now as everything shatters people deny it. “It is under control, we have time.” People took their word for it, anything to not lose what they had. Stability, the status quo. Even if everything were falling apart they would be calmed by a half convincing assurance. “We have -” Those were the last words the broadcast sent before being cut off. Pandemonium couldn’t describe what came next. People searched for any word, message, or sign after that. But nothing came. Everyone was l...