Burn Damage_Funeral Drive_Thomas The Terrible_Greece
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Burn Damage
Beth sauntered toward the sound of crashing water, the twinkling dance of a shoal marker providing promise that she was getting close. She felt the unfamiliar tickle of sand beneath her feet as the chilled grains molded together under the weight of each determined step. As if suddenly passing through a barrier, what had once looked like an endless ether of uninhabited space now abruptly registered as the reflective surface of the ocean, lazily mimicking the night sky as if it were swaying to a gentle serenade. She was sure that she had arrived at another planet. For if places like this existe...
Funeral Drive
How many deaths have you experienced in your lifetime?I’m not really referring to beloved Pops, or your great aunt. I’m referring more to the things that have happened, things that have died, that have caused you to grieve. Humans have a tendency to prepare for and attend these metaphorical funerals more times than one may think. We experience losses throughout our lives, and each comes with its own ceremony, with candles and flowers, which attempts to mend the breaks that life has unceremoniously punched into our hearts.Sometimes it’s the loss of the clear and bright motivation that used to ...
Thomas The Terrible
Deep in the Olympic Mountains nestled in the corner of Washington state, on the lush and beautiful Olympic Peninsula there once lived a dragon. He isn’t like other dragons, as most of his species have died off or been captured at this point in history. He is a lonely dragon, going by the rather unfitting given name of “Thomas The Terrible.” He didn’t grow up wanting to be terrible in fact; quite the opposite. He was raised by two loving parents, whose names having been translated through endless and beautiful tangles of legends and stories have been completely misrepresented, and due to my bel...
Greece
There has always been something magnetic about our nature - pulled to and from each other each year. We could be six or sixteen and I'd find you; sometimes negatively charged, but positive I'd raise your spirits. We played kickball every lunch - the red rubber ball crashing into the wire fence; shaking the players that waited anxiously on the other side, fingers intertwined with the chicken wire. I’d quietly shift from my place at the front owww.onedoor.ccf the line, summoning the confidence to try once again at a game I didn’t know how to win, but could never stop trying. You saw me attempting - a nod of ...