Inviolate_Disconnecting from the real world_The Face In The Mirror_Running Dry (Or Maybe Just Runnin
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Inviolate
(TW-Sad, violent)“Holy crap, did you find something?” Shh…came a voice from beyond the stacks. “Sorry.” “This is crazy stuff, is it real?”I pushed myself over to see the screen of the bulky microfiche machine. Andrea was scrolling. “I think I found it.” ‘What does it say?” I gasped.Together we read an unbelievable story involving our mutual best friend. We were trying to control our excitement, our shock. We researched this on a hunch, and to see it in print, was overwhelming. The most astonishing piece of our discovery was that an insignificant passing comment uncovered a truth that could onl...
Disconnecting from the real world
I may have slammed the door too hard. I can still hear the loud bang it made after I closed it on my way out of her room. Maybe I overreacted again and the anger got the better of me once more. But I can’t just sit there listening to her reproaches anymore. It’s making me sick. The way she keeps telling me I’m never going to make it, how she belittles me in every possible way. Every day it’s the same old story about me not reaching my true potential because I’m too lazy or `cuz I’m not trying hard enwww.onedoor.ccough. It’s making me crazy how little faith mom has in me. So what if I still don’t know what I...
The Face In The Mirror
Adra woke up in a strange room with the sounds of doctors and nurses at the far end discussing something. The air was stuffy, and the clean white walls appeared to be sweating. As she lay on a bed, she did not know where she was. She could barely move her head. Only her eyes moved and she looked through the window to glimpse the world outside. The view revealed a large, old cemetery at the far end. Where was she? Was it Riyadh? She wondered. She could hear the physicians and nurses conversing in Arabic about her recent surgery.She turned herself in their direction to catch their words but then...
Running Dry (Or Maybe Just Running)
The pump was dry—or broken. It had probably been that way for a long time. It was also quite possible, the man considered with some degree of annoyance, that it had never worked at all. That it had always existed in this state. One not unlike the town of its residence, or the land surrounding; empty, restful, wanting. He swore under his breath. He didn’t usually enjoy doing so where the sun could see him, but the situation warranted it. He knew his car was on its last legs. The fuel light on his dash had been worrying at his peripheral for an uncomfortably long time and this was the first smal...