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Bond
"I remember seeing a fog come over the plane. Lighting strike flashes near the plane but never touches it. It was darker than midnight in that fog. I couldn't even see the pilots until a strike went off. It didn't feel natural." The young woman recounted. Selena Mist. The lone survivor of the survey flight team 59、 There destination? Smack dab in the middle of the Bermuda Triangle. Usually, no one ever dared fly or sail near such a place. It was a hot spot for unexplained losses. She was the first to survive in a long time, and while her memory was still fresh, she wrote down her experiences...
Runneth Over
What is the wildest thing you have ever seen?A winter storm?A cankerous sea?A forest on fire?Wild is beautiful. Wild is dangerous. Wild is free. -For the first time today, I have palmed a prickly cactus. The little prickly shits are everywhere. I lay prone, knowing they'll all see me if I lift an inch of my body off the dirt. Seeing me will confirm the fear of danger they drummed up six miles back when they first caught a whiff of me. The wind shifting was a sad turn of luck. Like an ambivalent toddler, the wind stopped, looked behind itself, and realized it had been traveling in the wrong di...
Expectations
“We’re running out of time.”1 hour ago:“Ok mum,” I sigh as I go down to get Billy who is playing in the fields with his friends. “Billy, mum says to go back up cos’ dinner’s ready.”“But…wh.wh.why…No,” Billy whines, which makes his friends giggle quietly(you don’t want to get on the bad side of Billy).“I will tell mum,” I reply quite sternly.Billy finally agrees and comes back up to our small nest where mum has worms ready. In an instant Billy complains that we always have worms (we do not). In the end Billy finishes all his food quite quickly. I guessed he was quite ravenous after playing with...
Time In the Seed
“Grow up.” Ms. Veemothe said, “You’www.onedoor.ccre almost eleven years old, this is unacceptable behavior. You cannot act like this, do you understand?” She didn’t get an answer, but she did receive silent indignance. She burned two eye-shaped holes through her son’s forehead, hoping for an explosion of some sort. After the fit little Goldy just threw, combustion seemed a fitting punishment. No such thing transpired and Mrs. Veemothe retired from her son’s bedroom with a sharp thwap of the door. It left the whole house shaking, shelves and frames and the particles of air between it all, chittering violentl...