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Mans Best Friend
A scream startles us from our housework. We bolt out the back door and see our daughter’s face covered by her hands, blood oozing from the gaps between her fingers. Her screams pierce our eardrums. My wife carries her, cradling her face against the nape of her neck, while whispering soothing words in her ears. Our daughter doesn’t hear as she feels the flesh tear from herwww.onedoor.cc cheek. I see the marks of teeth, then glare at our aging German Shepard Cross who cowers beneath the outdoor settee. Its forepaws frame a subdued face with ears drawn back and eyes so wide that its pupils are fully e...
I wonder
I am in his arms, yet I have never felt more distant. I listen to his words, yet they have no meaning. I laugh at his jokes, yet it is no longer carefree. I feel his presence, yet I have never felt more lonely. I smile around him, yet I weep when I am alone.I hear him say I love you, yet his words never seemed so empty.It has not always felt this way. Our love was once young and true. Our love felt like the first date in the bed of his old Chevy with the sun setting and a field of golden wheat. I remember it so clearly. How I felt chills and the goosebumps that made my skin raise at his touch....
Sunrise to Sunset: All that May Change in One Day
A peachy, pastel pink reached out across the sky, fading from the hazardous orange of the sun. It rose from the deep blue, calm waters below it. The coast gave off a faint breeze that felt great against my skin, but smelled even better. I gently grazed my thumb against Serena’s hand. She rested her head on my right shoulder as she yawned. While exhaling deeply, I felt all of my past concerns leave myself, both emotionally and physically.“I love you.” I never imagined hearing those words coming out of my mouth ever again, yet here they were. Serena embraced me as I heard those same words exit ...
Soul Mage
Four hundred and thirty-seven days. That’s what the tally marks on the wall said. At least, that’s what they had said last night. This morning, there were no tally marks.Jesmiar looked around his small holding cell—the prison in which he’d been kept locked up for the last four hundred and thirty-seven days. A bed slab carved into the stone wall was all he was afforded for comforts. A small grate in the corner was for his waste, and that wasn’t exactly a luxury, considering how shallow it was and how infrequently they washed it. But, it beat living in his own filth. The titanium cell door was h...