23rd Song_The Back of the Line_Broad Channel_The 19th Century House
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23rd Song
"The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want."Virgil sang the song tunelessly as he watched over the sheep. His mother, a shepherd before him, taught him the song in his youth as a reminder of his mission. She told him- "Never forget Virgil- never forget the 23rd Song. When it is bleakest, when all hope seems lost- sing this song." His mother- nor Virgil for that matter- had no idea it was actually the 23rd Psalm, not Song. Nor did they know it was from what people once called the Old Testament of a holy book known as the Bible. And since we are on the topic of things Virgil didn't know, h...
The Back of the Line
Henrietta Maystone always hated being at the back of the line. Hundreds of people stood ahead of her and yet she knew with absolute certainty she deserved to be in the front. As her father said, “If they can’t pay double for it, they can wait.” The mass of people all wore dirty gray cloaks, raggedy dresses, and other varying degrees of scraps. She looked at them all with annoyance. Though she had to admit, their attire fit the overall mood of this place. On either side of the crowded line, tall gray rocks blocked her view and an intense mist made it hard to see areas the rocks didn’t cover. Th...
Broad Channel
I have to get out of here.The lights are out. I’m not sure if the subway door will open if I pull on it.Panic. Calm the hell down. That’s panic. I should wait for help.I don’t need to panic because panic doesn’t help anything.No one ever uses Broad Channel station. The most underused station in New York. That's why it's so empty. That's why it's taking awhile.If you panic you won’t make good decisions at all. Be smart.The car just stopped and the lights went out all at once twenty – six minutes ago and there wasn’t any explanation. But I don't need to panic because things like this happen some...
The 19th Century House
Cassandra woke up with a horrible, painful headache laying on the floor. She kept her eyes closed to try to minimize the pain; after a couple of minutes, she got up slowly and carefully, for her headache had only become bearable for the time being. As she opened her eyes, all she saw was pitch-black all around her and tried to feel for the closest wall. She continuously blinked her eyes to try to get a grasp of something that she could see. After a few seconds, her eyes watered up and the tears trickled down her face from the thought of her being blind. She curled herself into a ball against t...