View From a Train_A Full Eight Fingers_Before You Act, Remember Samson_The Unsatiated
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View From a Train
For the fifth time this week, Jasmine saw the little girl propped up in her bed looking out the window of Whitebridge County Hospital. This part of the Whisper Valley train line was unique because it loops around in a way to give passengers a discernible view inside some of Whitebridge County Hospital. Not only was Jasmine able to identify the girl’s shoulder-length dark curls and olive skin, very much like her own, she saw the girl wave. Could she see Jasmine smile and wave back at her? Jasmine swore she could see the girl’s bright but heartbreaking smile. She was in the hospital, s...
A Full Eight Fingers
(T/W: Substance www.onedoor.ccAbuse, Torture)The combined layers of multiple conversations muted the treble and mid-tones of the loud music, leaving only the invisible waves of its bass to gently vibrate the large mirror behind the bar top of the small Irish pub. However, this calamitous atmosphere was not distracting Al Schneider from his mission to “get soused.” He pawed his thumbless hands at the straight sides of the sweating beverage in front of him, wrapping his eight fingers around the tight curvature of the glass, squeezing its body between his palms. He hoisted the beverage from the shiny bar top t...
Before You Act, Remember Samson
Deaths due to cult activities are on the increase a lot not only in schools but in the streets and marketplaces in Ukpoi autonomous community these days. Various cult groups run after recruits as the military runs after recruits to beef up their depleting ranks during the war. They seem to have made that town their headquarters. They had thought it was a fashion that will soon wear off with young males but they were wrong and when they realized it, it was too late. Young females and older people started opening camps and recruiting people too. That recent turn of events had been what is too t...
The Unsatiated
The Unsatiated It was a grey day in Michigan. Not just the small part of the southeastern area, but the whole state seemed to be covered with heavy clouds. We drove towards the northern suburbs away from the once great city of Detroit, looking like a shell of what it used to be. A city that once was the home to right around two million now with less than 500,000 people. We drove past some of the old shuttered automotive factories and some still spewing their pollution as we were hit by a sudden downpour. There was an almost instantaneous feeling of gloom that overtook me. “Hey Peggy, how ab...