Them Indiana Boys, On Them Indiana Nights_Old Fishermen Never Die_I Remember Drowning_Worlds in betw
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Them Indiana Boys, On Them Indiana Nights
(TW/CW: Mentions of active drug use, drug activity, STD's, infidelity, foul language)➾➾Your loved ones stopped by your apartment last night. Their faces twisted in disgust as they scanned your space looking for a clear spot to sit. Their faces–solemn and united– and you thought, well, this can’t be good. When did you last see Aunt June? Or your old best friend Hank? He hadn’t returned a single one of your calls in ages. Dad lingered in the doorway in his oiled up coveralls looking like he’d prefer to be anywhere but here. Mom’s tears had already begun making their journey down the front of her...
Old Fishermen Never Die
Cold salt water laps the beach, baptizing the goose tongue and goldenrod with spray. It stings my hands in places that have met with sharp rock and lobster claws: a good clean sting like ointment. The motorboat I moor onshore sputters to life. I am soaked with sea and fog before I have even reached the Pemaquid, tied further out so as not to run its keel aground. The lobster traps clank as I push past them to the engine. I wince at the high-pitched squeal, a testament to its manufacture date. The orange rubber overalls transform me into a beacon in the hour just before dawn. Then I see the blu...
I Remember Drowning
I remember drowning. Most people would pick a more pleasant memory, but to me, the day when I nearly drowned in the South Fork of the American River on June 17, 1992, created a memory that will be with me the rest of my life. I have many other memories, some good as well, some not so good, some I wish I could forget because they weigh me down like an anchor. I will never forget how quickly I was pulled into the rapids, helpless as a newborn and then at the exact moment when I thought I was going to die, I came to the surface of the rapids and took a big gulp of air, reborn once again. Whit...
Worlds in between
3 March 20XXI’ve woke up again with that strange dream. It’s been over a month since it started. Every night I see the same dream, with the only difference that each time I see a bit more of it until I wake up screaming. This is insane.The dream is so familiar to me now, that sometimes I cannot say if this is a dream or reality. When it starts and I find myself on a plateau, floating in the sky, I say at once that this is a dream. Then, everything that happens is so real, feels real too, and my mind gets confused. I found myself within a group of ‘human-birds’ I think is best to describe them....