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Fence Post
(CW: Descriptions of gory injuries and post-traumatic stress.)Austin Tretheway felt like he had aged several years in the months he had been laid up in Stalag V C’s hospital. For the first time in months, he was able to look into a mirror, and wondered if the man in it was really him. The man’s face was hollow. His bones were more prominent. His eyes were deeper in their sockets, and lined with dark circles.“Corporal,” he said, looking at the German medic, Wenzel, measuring fluid in an IV drip bag, “is it really March already?”“Yes,” Wenzel replied.“And it was January when I was captured?”“I t...
Grayscale
Reckless — that’s what this was. Stupidly reckless. And yet I was standing there, almost frozen, staring at this piece of paper in my hand. At this letter, that was either going to save me … or completely ruin me. My mind was tearing me apart, whilst I was unable to finally take this one last step that I thought was so needed. How do people do this, I wondered. How do people decide like this, that they rather live than survive? Did they take it lightly or did they struggle as much as I struggled right now? How was I still so unsure, when I had already jumped out of my comfort zone and typed th...
The Log in Your Eye
www.onedoor.ccGreg was barely asleep beside his wife when he was awoken by an unexpected knock on their bedroom window. It was 3、02 a.m. He was supposed to be away on a sales assignment but had made an impromptu return after missing a connecting flight. He had left early morning and was due back in a week. After missing his flight, he had not bothered to inform his wife because there was a chasm between the two lately.He had returned at 12、05 a.m. to find Becky dead drunk and asleep in the couple’s bedroom. Their sons, Eric, 7, and Brian, 5, were asleep in their room. He did not arouse anyone. He made himse...
Nonprophet.
She picks her nails at the breakfast table, trying to pick away at the blood and dirt under her fingernails – or maybe just pick away at whatever part of herself she can. Of course, this task is almost impossible, every finger broken in various places, varying degrees; but still, Chaya has never been anything other than determined, an optimist at large. Once, when she broke her finger before – a work accident – she told her mother, who dismissed her concerns, not out of malice, but in a motherly way that states My Age and Wisdom Means I Know More About Broken Bones, and Since You Can Sti...