Curiosity Can Kill_There was only this_Release the birds_Dreamland
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Curiosity Can Kill
“What are the symptoms?”“It’s similar to the common cold and flu. A loss of taste, fever, or coughs. Pretty similar.”“Yeah. However, not that similar to the other strand of the virus.”“It’s being genetically engineered to be stronger and more contagious. It’s occurred several times in the last centuries, you know?”“Do you even know why we’re doing this?”“I don’t know. Or care. The government wants us to keep our mouths shut about this.”“Does it ever occur what they’ll do with this?”“I don’t know. Maybe a biological weapon? Or a method of population control? Or just for research purposes?”“Bett...
There was only this
I am perched on a sturdy branch high up in a Douglas Fir atop Pine Mountain. The sun is touching my face, and I am in a trance staring into the water that has formed a Bay in the valley below. I watch the circling hawks and turkey vultures, floating gracefully, spiraling with the wind currents. There! That one is Foose. “Foose!”Foose has a bigger body and wider wingspan than the other hawks. His coloring is a light brown. From my perch, I watch Foose hunt a fledgling. He easily catches it with his talons and comes over to my tree, choosing a branch near mine to devour it. His right eye stares ...
Release the birds
Release the birdsI can’t stand the noise, the fighting every night when my dad comes home after work. He sits on the couch while my mother brings him a glass of whiskey, then another. He is an angry man, and after each drink he becomes even more angry and abusive.I hide in my closet, and count the hours until he passes out. Then I can sneak out of my bedroom window and go to the place where I feel free, and happy. It is dark, and the noises stopped! I wish he would stop hurting my mom, and screaming at everything including the TV. I slowly leave the closet, put on a sweater open my window and ...
Dreamland
I awaken to the sounds of pan flutes and it fills me with dread. I'm still dreaming and as I open my eyes to take in the fizzy purple sky, I let out a heavy sigh. It dawns on me that I am in Dreamland. A unique type of lucid dream, with a fantasy, video game-like backdrop. like it was designed by an eight-year-old girl, filled with cartoonish characters and epic quests. Something that is best to be ignored according to my therapist who, I suspect, thinks I'm lying. When I first appeared here in dreamland, as I call it, the plwww.onedoor.ccace seemed charming and fun. Now it's annoying. As I lie in this ...