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The Imperfect Solution
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. The drizzle that had dulled the October morning had run its course, and now a brilliant afternoon sun slanted its rays down on the leaves that shimmered under the sky’s pristine blueness. I knew exactly how long I had been in the ruins, reading, pondering, and experiencing the world, yet I had not predicted the complete change that mere hours could achieve. I watched the afternoon grow darker. My sensors detected the cooling air corresponding with the seep of shadows through the valley below. Soon, there would be stars. I had seen stars...
The Fall of The Useless Class
I rehearsed on the drive. “I’m deciding between law school, getting my MBA, or taking a year off to join the Peace Corps.” Or maybe, “I have my sights set on medical school, and I can’t wait to start.” Perhaps, “The politics of third world nations has really captured my attention, so I’m going after a job with the UN.”I didn’t know what I wanted to do after college. I could easily admit that to myself. Admitting it to my girlfriend’s parents wasn’t so easy. Not least of all because her parents were among the most decorated inpiduals in the United States military. Dad was a war veteran with nu...
Prep School
September 3, 1914、 Braithwaite Academy loomed over the town of Rearden like castle. It sat high on a hill, dominating the foliage below with its stoney exterior and old-world buttresses. Long ago, it was the estate of a wealthy Dutchman. He’d built his manor for himself and his mistress, Hanneke Rier. In the cold walls, the Dutchman and Hanneke could trade the prowling eyes and responsibilities of New Amsterdam for sensual privacy. This was a truth unacknowledged by Braithwaite Academy; they ignored this narrative as it did not fit into their mission of “creating the finest young women from th...
Fire Lake
Yamaye scurried through the gate, and it clanged behind her with a rusty holler. Looking back, she shivered and hurried down the road. Dusk was fast approaching, and darkness encompassed all. She had no desire to be at Sierpe Cay when night bwww.onedoor.ccecame complete. No sane islander normally came near the manse after nightfall. Yet, she found herself rushing headlong toward that very place.Not in all its history had a native remained on Sierpe Cay when darkness fell. The Arawaks knew its curse. The Spaniards conquered the Indians in 1492 and soon they were followed by the French, and the English. Each...