Spiritual Guidance_6:18pm_Land of the Old & Weary_Faultline
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Spiritual Guidance
Six years ago, life had changed for Elizabeth through disappointing occurrences. Her relationship ended due to an affair Edward, of eleven years, decided to involve himself. She had read numerous articles where they expressed how rekindling a love is by remembering and talking about how they fell in love and the best times they had with each other. Elizabeth arranged for a sitter for her son, Zachary, to spend the evening trying to get her relationship back to how it began.One of the best times Edward and Elizabeth ever had was spent singing Karaoke. Edward was all for having a ...
6:18pm
Content warning: suicidal thoughts.And so it was that Thomas more or less wanted to kill himself. That is, he did want to die, but he was very non-committal about the act of doing it, that it would seem to most he wasn’t very interested in suicide at all. Some ideas had floated around in his mind, but no method seemed overly pleasant. He assumed that was the point – if it were pleasant, a great deal more people would be dead. Thomas haphazardly shuffled through the crowd of office workers mingling at the coffee shop outside the entrance to the station. He stepped onto the escalator, enveloped ...
Land of the Old & Weary
tw: guns & violence“Are you coming tonight?” She nervously tossed the sat-phone from one hand to the other. A lot of things were riding on the success of tonight’s operation, and she couldn’t do it if she was missing a person.A gravelly voice spoke up.“What did I say about calling me about ops?”“No calling about ops, but-”“That means no. Goodbye.”Frustrated now, she called the number again, hitting the buttons with a little more force then was necessary. The dial tone rang for a few seconds, and then stopped.“Look, I know you said you quit, but this thing is gonna fail if we don’t have www.onedoor.ccenough ...
Faultline
Chaos is the most natural form of existence, we both birth and die within it. It’s a defining part of humanity, and how nothing can become something in an instant. I was born in literal chaos, on an adrift ferry unshackled from its course by a storm. My mother loves to tell the story. Of the minute peace, she felt once she had heard my cry. And she loves to tell me how much it’s hurting her that I’m a detective, that I’m begging to get shot and killed in a drug investigation or something else just as dangerous. No matter what I say it doesn’t appease her worries, no matter that I’ve had years ...