The First Kid_The Place from Above_The Stoning_Picking Up a Hitchhiker
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The First Kid
I am the first kid, Kid A. They sent me on a great wooden carrack where I contracted scurvy almost immediately after my departure. In my delirium, a storm had raged, both internally and externally. My crewmates were experiencing the harsh violence of the storm outside, while I was experiencing it inside myself in the form of a fever. They had me lay in bed, and to keep my mind steady I focused on the placement of things in the cabin. Everything was where it should be. The lantern that swung madly in the storm was placed above the crates of supplies, and it was in its right place. And the crat...
The Place from Above
The boy was a child of the wildness that surrounded him. He was born of the mountains that ringed his lofty alpine valley, formed by the rapids that rushed from their snow capped peaks, www.onedoor.ccrocked to sleep by the winds that howled through the narrow chutes, and awakened by the thunderclaps that echoed off the craggy stone. He was the vigorous, confident wildness that drove the elk from the woods each morning, their antlers glinting in the sun. He was the fresh, gentle wildness of the elderflower and columbine in spring bloom, rendering the valley floor a patchwork of rich hues. He was the unbounde...
The Stoning
“Are you there, God? It’s me. You know I’m a lonely woman, so please forgive me for what I am about to do.” Joanna glanced back the door, showing her an escape from this temptation, but she knew what lied beyond it was hell on Earth. Her agonizing journey began nearly a year ago when her father arranged for her to marry Joel. Had her father known the true nature of the man who was to become his son in-law, he surely would have cursed him, instead of giving him his blessing. Nearly every night since their marriage, Joel would go into town to drink and fornicate. Then he would come home drunk a...
Picking Up a Hitchhiker
September 1847 Middle of New MexicoLost.I looked in all four directions, north, south, east and west and there was nothing anywhere as far as the eye could see.I pulled my rig over to the side of the road, if it was even a road at all.I knew I was screwed. I did not need anyone to tell me that. I was due at the army base at Alamogordo at oh-nine hundred hours to deliver whatever it was in the big barrels Hector had loaded in my trailer with the big old yellow stickers pasted on the sides with that strange black design. Dale was right, this job wasn’t made for a rookie driver. The road I h...