The Last Mistake_REDEEMED IN PHOENIX?_The Power of Schizophrenia_An Anniversary To Remember
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The Last Mistake
The Last MistakeAdan deliberately ran his hover-car aground and jumped off. The twin moons were the closest now that he had ever seen them, just a hair’s-width above the horizon of the planet. They seemed to be kissing, and perhaps that was why they had been named Helen and Helios, those legendary characters with their tragic ending in flames. There would be no such ending for him, but only a slow, withering neglect, as everyone he knew had turned away from him. He would have put an end to himself as well, if not for the social stigma associated with suicide, to say nothing of his ethical disa...
REDEEMED IN PHOENIX?
The screen door slammed behind the two men upon entering the cafe, which sat in Grey Mountain on the side of the highway about 75 miles north of Flagstaff, Arizona. Adam Ackerman, owner of the cafe, stood behind the bar. Without missing a beat he continued to wipe it down as the men walked in. “We’re closed.” Ackerman said without looking up. Hearing the sound of their expensive soft leather shoes rather than boots, slapping the hard wooden cafe floor, Ackeman knew that they were not his usual customers looking for cheap food and craft beer. With a ragged cloth that might at one time have bee...
The Power of Schizophrenia
It’s the middle of the night. About two in the morning. Flint is terrified to go to sleep. Apparently in the nearby cities, there’s been creatures causing power outages so that nobody will see them and then the next morning everybody would be slaughtered. Nobody knows who or what is doing this or what city they will attack next. Flint just wants to run away and move to a different city. Maybe even a different country! But he can’t afford twww.onedoor.cchat. He can barely afford his next meal. Let alone a whole move. So he sits. Waiting in his living room. Waiting for them to attack. He has his shotgun in hi...
An Anniversary To Remember
The darkness envelops quiet Reeding Street and with it the small dining room where I've been slaving away for the last three hours. The pasta al fresco will go cold so I'm placing it carefully in the oven -along with the garlicky asparagus and pesto.I've called Natalie's mother to make sure Ava's arrived safely, even though I know I shouldn't do that. I don't really need the soccer mom breakfast club judgement right now, but it's hard to trust that your kid's safe when you're new to the neighbourhood. The move has been so hard on Ava that it threw me over when she came home one night and told ...