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The Re-Birth Of Lost Memories
The Re-Birth Of Lost Memories: By Stephen B. Allen (Steve Baldyga)Every instance when the scoop of the excavator enthusiastically tore into the rubble of 16 Seaside Drive, it felt as if another memory—www.onedoor.ccfully forgotten and buried so very long ago—was exhumed from its grave to resonate within my mind! For the old (one hundred-fifty some odd years it had existed on this earth) three-story Victorian-style house being readily demolished just happened to be the site of the very first apartment I ever had of my own.Standing upon the sidewalk while leaning upon the chain-link fence which surrounded the...
pleasant unpleasant encounters
As he looked up to the thatched ceiling of his prison, Jeremiah pressed a knuckle between his lips and contemplated the life he had lived thus far. He’d been sixteen when he had joined the rebels in their protest against the monarchy. He’d been without family or friends and he was tired of being alone. So, he’d followed Kai into their ranks. Now, it was two years later and everyone was gone. “And here I am, waiting to be skewered to death,” Jeremiah ominously pondered. “I better be rich in my next life.” Pouting, he tucked an arm beneath his head as he turned to lay on his side, facing the wa...
CAPTCHA Paintings of Pigs
For as long as I can remember, I have ignored the constant clicking surrounding me. Tap, tap, tap, tap, the sound echoes around me as I keep my focus on the screen in front, my consciousness devoted to the little words and figures scrolling across the bright display in an endless line of seemingly random noise. My metallic fingers tap the keys below me like the hundreds of other autos stationed around me. We each tap away at our work in our small, white offices we refer to as the boxes. The coordinators decorate each box with little screens which display a single image each. They say it adds ...
In Absentia
It’s Jasey’s turn to host book club. The sangria in the pitcher grows warm as the curated landscape of candles thickens the air with the scents of spearmint and watered roses. Her friends sit in the living room and chat around the coffee table. There are eight of them and it’s likely none of them read the book. Sandra chose it and she always picks books featuring infidelity to make herself feel better about being a porcée.Jasey hesitates to call them her friends, really. She had friends in college and even made some at her first job, at a now-defunct startup. They had bonded over Blur, flat be...