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The Artistic City
That's the thing about this city, the community has changed so dramatically that I worry if I’m not trendy with new art, I will no longer be accepted as an original “Austinite”. The art that you immerse yourself in while in Austin is seen, heard and felt through; music, handmade artworks, and the strategic placing of items all around the city. When walking down congress the first thought in your mind will be, “wait is that a coldplay song''. The music from the open windowed bars, excitedly drifts into the street drawing in people of all ages. Crossing the bridge on my way to Starbucks I snapp...
Galene
TRIGGER WARNING: Stalking, and obsessional thinking are described in this story. Galene stood at the edge of the waterfall, crystalline tears falling from her eyes. For the second time in as many days, the merchant boat captain had been by, yelling horrible things at her. He said things that no real human male would say to any woman,www.onedoor.cc let alone a woman of her status. He was crude and insulting. The words felt like a dagger to her heart. One of the 50 daughters of Nereus and sister-in-law to Poseidon, Galene was the Nereid of calm seas. The Nereids were friendly to sailors and fishermen, often h...
Dam It, Tommy
Dennis gripped and re-gripped the steering wheel. His eyes, strained and on the verge of tears, scanned the road ahead, watching each twisting turn. The old Ford surged with growls and relented with whines as its driver balanced urgency with safety on the narrow mountain road. The radio had long since gone to static but remained there, white noise of insufficient import. The old dam road took a broad turn out to the right along a cliff face scattered with bushes and weeds, curving out to crest the massive cement structure that sloped down interminably. Blue skies, a blessing of Springtime, str...
Cosmic Karma
I’m a guest in my own bedroom. Normally, a thought like that would make me chuckle, but the awkward sparseness of the room grounded me in reality. My queen bed with the dark blue comforter and two almost flat pillows had been replaced with a short twin bed with orange fleece bedding that did not go with the tan carpet. This room used to have so much more in it. The bed was now against the opposite wall and all of my furniture was sold after mom and dad died. I didn’t want to deal with anything in this house after my parents died, and the thought of being in the house for years after their dea...