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The Girl Who Captured The Sun
Silent, crouched in the cozy nooks of the bushes, the dark haired girl watched with earnest eyes, once again finding herself staring at the golden flicker of light hidden beneath the line piding sea and sky. She recalled when it was a blazing sphere of inferno, looming above the earth. A gleaming, gargantuan garnet raising its fiery fingers into the sky. Ahi had lingered behind the foliage, plotting her ambush. When her keen eyes discerned the right moment, she pushed herself off the ground and swiftly pursued her target, careful not to startle it. But just as she got close enough to grasp the...
Mid-western coffee
It was a February day, some town in Portland- I’d lost track at some point after I’d left Montana. Coffee, people, faces, 10 fingers, 10 toes. Bradshaw’s coffee house filled at 12, and emptied at 2; I’d kept careful note, ordering usual and unusual customers in my head.I had no idea where I was, but every inexhaustible variety of some vaguely Mid-Western coffee house was irrevocably forged in my mind. The agreeableness, the palpable pleasantry, a testament, to the unparalleled motion of human nature. Minds and words alike, crushed and filtered through stained coffee mugs. Minds and words seeme...
The Beginning of Our Lives at the End of the World
Sam.“State officials are warning people to stay inside for the apocalypse, citing studies that state the home is the best place to experience the end of the world. Republican pundits say that only homes www.onedoor.ccwith holocaust shelters will allow any chances of survival, while the House continues to debate whether or not our impending doom should be embraced, as many Democrats are deciding to do. In any case, the end is drawing near.”The coffee is already cold. I must’ve got it started too early in an attempt to fill my day with things to do. I got laid off last week, or maybe the week before, because ...
Last I Looked
When I found Amos Bunk, he was a mess. I don’t know what happened exactly, he wouldn’t say. I think he is one of those people, who only find the good in people. And we all know where that leads. It took me nearly an hour to get him to tell me his name. He kept apologizing for having appeared to have been beaten to within an eye lash of death. He looked normal to me in most every way, except he was short. I don’t think he was much over four feet tall, but he appeared much taller. There was just something about him that made him stand out, like the people you see on the screen of an outdoor the...