To the Mountains_Dorothy's Garden_The Week Before_The Last of the Glory Days
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To the Mountains
The Train snakes across the blackened strip of highway.The travelers’ feet kick up dust and ash with each step. Wherever the road is cracked or littered with debris, they climb over or around, stopping to help each other scale heaps of twisted, scorched metal or jagged chunks of asphalt. Their legs ache from the hours they’ve walked since daybreak, and the straps of their packs dig into their shoulders. Ahead of them, they see nothing but the charred skeletons of trees on either side of the road and a sparse cluster of hollowed-out buildings in the distance. When the end came, it left nothing ...
Dorothy's Garden
My hair tickles the exposed skin on my back and arms while it dances away from my face. The cue to fill my lungs. Fallen leaves clatter around me as if to dance with my hair. And exhale. The dancing ceases, but the distant songs do not. Chirp. Whistle. Ribbit. I breathe deep and encapsulate the things I can't hear. Pine. Flowers. Moisture. Exhale.I blink until my eyes decide to work again. It's the golden hour and I'm facing the glorious ball of fire. My skin appears tanner in this light and I fight the urge to take a selfie. "No technology," I remind myself and walk towards the bubbling trick...
The Week Before
Chapter 2 The Week BeforeDaryl had awoken by himself in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar house, in an unfamiliar town, where people seemed to know him. He thought perhaps he had lost his mind. That porce really did me in, he told himself as he tried to reason this bizarre almost out-of-body experience. He could see he had somehow traveled to another century, unless he had a complete mental break, which was what he was leaning towards. He waved when neighbor’s waved, smiled when people smiled and had kept his complete internal panic to himself. Maybe Lara was a powerful witch? Even tho...
The Last of the Glory Days
The sun broke through the trees and streamed bands of gold in through the tent window and into Jay’s eyes. He tried to turn over but the direct sunlight was making his head hot. ‘I just need to get up and get going’ he thought as he tried to find a way to get comfortable on his old Army cot. He hated that cot, because it always smelled of mildew from years of storage up in the rafters of his garage, but he hated sleeping on the ground even more.As Jay sat up he felt the blood rush from his head, making him a little dizzy. “I drank too much last night,” he said aloud “I’m never doing that again...www.onedoor.cc