The life of an ant_Collapsed Into the Fog of Destitution_Domino_Red Belly
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The life of an ant
The warmth of the liquid was a welcomed sensation at first. He had lost his left shoe on the long march to the station. His whole life remained as he left it in his apartment. He thought of it briefly. His day started so normally. He had plans. He thought of the things he expected to accomplish on this day. He needed to restock his water supply, trade some of his remaining stores of flour for enough butter to treat his mother to a small cake. His mother… his life… seemed like distant memories now. This was all so obtainable in the morning now there was no turning back to this life. The life ...
Collapsed Into the Fog of Destitution
That's the thing about this city. Evewww.onedoor.ccryone always tries to do the right thing, but every move they makes seems to make it worse.They try, I know they do, but I can see the way it's going to collapse. It's like a premonition. It's always there at the back of my mind and I know it's going to go. It's a creeping tickle that has always been there, some days it's easier to ignore than others.It's going to go bad. For all of us. Not just the street sleepers and the ones who scrap out a meager living doing whatever they can. Even the rich rich in their houses on the hill, the ones who can have every...
Domino
“Come watch the sunset on April 1st. 100 bucks for everyone at San Gregorio State Park bluff at 5pm. Sponsored by Hair Today shampoo, from sunrise to sunset, it’s the best hair day you’ll get!” said the raspy radio host. Blake Turner, an up-and-coming ad marketer 5 years out of Yale, mouthed the words along with the radio. Hearing his first advertising campaign launch made him beam. He knew the April Fool’s joke would drive brand awareness and certainly land him a promotion, not to mention local notoriety. Shirley Twirl, a social media influencer known for side pony-tails and a purple tube top...
Red Belly
Branches laced over the two men like the roof of a heathen chapel. In the summer, it had played at being a rainforest canopy and hushed all sounds underneath in a lively sepulchral dark. In the winter, the intricacies of the branches cast the ground below into dismal shades of gray. It was a secluded site, holy in its solitude. It was perfect.A sound crackled above, and one of the two men, shorter with a round face and a sweaty mop of black hair plastered across his forehead, looked up from his labor and stared into the branches above. A rogue bead of sweat sparkled into his eye and he blinke...