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Something Comes to the Surface at The Sheboygan Freediving Competition
Every kind of animal, including humans, is enclosed within its own unique sensory bubble, perceiving but a tiny sliver of our immense world.-Ed Yong Marcia looked at the distant gray waters of Lake Michigan and hoped her husband Bob would enjoy himself that day. Bob was ranked 37th in the nation in Freeping - CWT pision. Well, that meant about 10 people in America knew who he was, but she understood how important this was to him.“You look a bit off today,” Marcia said, seeing Bob slumped in his chair.“I’m fine. Why did you say that?” Bob said opening his eyes wide.“You just look a bit tired, b...
Time
“After crossing the valley and walking a mile surrounded by greenery everywhere, we find the famous cherry blossom trees which now give the scenery a soft pastel pink look with pinkish white blooms welcoming us to what is called as the heaven on earth.” I finish reading. But I keep looking at the beautiful pictures wondering if my words did justice to these beautiful visuals. Well..there is only one way to find out. “You should go”, says my mom as if reading my thoughts. I feel an unexplainable guilt both at the words and at the mere thought that my mom may have read my thoughts. I feel like...
The Day My Brother Should Have Died
TW: Substance abuse, mental health, and language. Kyle and I were fraternal twins, and for a long time, we believed nothing could come between us. He might still think that, but I know better. We were inseparable in the early days. Whether it was learning cursive in elementary school or fighting Terrance Cormack in the high-school locker room, we did it together. Until college. My brother wanted to get an MFA and be a writer, but I was sick of school, and I didn’t want to leave Ma on her own. So, I moved a few houses down and worked in construction. We justified separating, saying that our r...
Making Soup
“I’m making soup.”The customer’s face was drawn, the color mostly drained away with only a few blemishes and zits bringing splashes of red to an otherwise pasty and featureless expanse, a www.onedoor.cchuman salt flat that would doubtless become slick and reflective in the rain. His eyes somehow looked in two directions at once, not cross-eyed, more a human tuatara surveying the magazines by the grocery counter. One eye lolled over at “Snakes of Central Texas”, a handy laminated brochure designed to remind you which one kills a fellow and which one is a friend of Jack (presuming you’re carrying the critical...