Compassionate Allowance_Cendae Mortis_10 Seconds to Touchdown_When the bough breaks
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Compassionate Allowance
It had been twenty-four years since she'd last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same. And as before, it made her bilious. Seeing it shook her memory and made her queasy, the same queasiness she felt as a child when her father drove passed the building to reach school. The adjacent 34th precinct did not bother her. It could have. It serviced some of the worst areas in the city, but it was that dirty brown-red brick building facing the precinct that did it. The brown-red shade would make her ill and make her days start long and cold even before she sat down for another long day at schoo...
Cendae Mortis
“Goodbye.”The man’s eyes opened, and he inhaled, sitting up as he stared down the barrel of the gun centered on his forehead. He then shifted his gaze to the woman holding the gun, seeing the smile fade ever so slightly from her lips. Her finger loosened on the trigger of the gun and finally let it go.“I am going to kill you now,” she said softly.He flicked his tongue across his lips, wetting them. “What do you want?”“Did you think you could just walk away?”“Isabella, please-”She lowered the gun and stepped back slowly. He scrambled forward, scooting towards the edge of the bed before finally...
10 Seconds to Touchdown
What am I doing here? Standing on Detroit Marriott’s rooftop at the RenCen, looking down at Detroit River, holding a gun. It’s a beautiful sunny Saturday morning. The river is calm and flat as a mirror, but it’s very windy and turbulent on the 720ft tall hotel roof. I press the gun to my head and try to pull the trigger one more time. The barrel is still warm, but the hammer is stuck. I drop the old gun and climb to the ledge, leaping over antenna cables. I look down. It would take me about 7 seconds to reach the ground. I always do that - I calculate probabilities, distances, velocities, and ...
When the bough breaks
She looked at her children and cried. She wasn’t sure how she was going to pick up the pieces again. How was she supposed to move on? Start again? Raise the children? But deep down she knew this was her bed and so, she had to lie in it.*Wambui was sixteen when she married her husband *Wanjau. She was head over heels, smitwww.onedoor.ccten by his charm. The smooth talker knew just the words to lure her and she fell-deeply. They lived in the same village in Kiambu County with tree canopies separating their homes. Wanjau was forced to wake up very early, before the chirping birds to go farm. He was overworked ...