Arden + Vida = Crushed_A Quiet Time_Passage to Epiphany_Living Nightmare
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Arden + Vida = Crushed
Two people. Their voices like silk.She is brown with hair bleached the burnished gold of firewood. He is peach, his eyes a vein under cool skin blue. “Vida.”“Arden, because.” Her chrome covered chest rises. “And, and I don’t want to be married.”Arden leans back and places a ringed fist to the underside of his pointed chin. It wobbles. His gold-foil beard does little to cushion thin skin from the bite of a rare gem. “Vida.”She coughs.“When did you . . . decide?” he asks.Vida sighs. She sits at the edge of a pickle green cushion, legs crossed, a puzzle in her shadow red skirts. A crescent moon h...
A Quiet Time
The sun dips behind the snowy mountain peaks of a wild, untamed America. Great plains go dim, and the forest becomes a shapeless mass of silent trees. As the sun leaves this landscape, a bright moon and thousands of stars takes it’s place. Crickets and coyotes fill the soundscape with their songs. A lone campfire flickers and cracks on a plateau overlooking the train track; one of humankind’s greatest new technological achievements. Theo, the old cowboy, scratches his grey beard and kindles the fire with twigs and dry leaves. He fiddles with a pocket watch, clicking the face open and shutting ...
Passage to Epiphany
"You do realize the last person wwww.onedoor.ccho lived here died, right?", Brian Quiverland's neighbor asked as she stood in his doorway with one hand on the upper-left corner of its frame and the other on her right hip. He already didn't care much for this woman named Marla, whose middle age seemed to be the only thing the two had in common. But her use of that tired, worn-out way of phrasing a question had him looking at her with crossed eyes and wrinkles at the bridge of his nose while backing away a full six feet from the potential virus host. "Well, most people do die.", he replied. "And mos...
Living Nightmare
Inhale. Exhale. A wet tree limb smacked my face; feet sucked on moist earth with each step. Inhale. Exhale. Sunlight flashed through the treetops and vanished just as quickly, a giant strobe light in the sky, as I ran forward. Inhale. Exhale. Just breathe, I told myself. Stop running, and just breathe. They won’t find you now.It took a while for my legs to respond to my mind’s plea. At last I stilled, muscles quivering, the adrenaline rush gone and weariness setting in. My daytime desk job had not prepared me for this; my body was not used to the exertion. I struggled to control my breathing, ...