Burning Stars_Finding the Will_You can never win._The importance of a name
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Burning Stars
“Sir! Sir! You might want to look at this…” “God what is it now-” My eyes become locked on the screen. I watch in anguish as the heroes un-do all our–no my hard work. “Send someone to fix it.” I push the device back into Dimitri’s hands. “Sir, I-” “What?” I hiss through my teeth. Dimitri pauses, lifting thewww.onedoor.cc tablet to hide his face. “Out with it!” I shouted. “Well, sir… Uh, we did send someone to fix it, and um,” Dimitri plays with the device before turning the screen to my range of vision. “The heroes have them and sent this.” I rip the device out of his hands and click play. “Inferno, how...
Finding the Will
“Come back, Will; we really need you!” I hesitated. My ear was pressed against the cool glass of the phone, now almost dripping with condensation. Why do my ears always do that? They get so hot and turn so red; you could practically see the steam hissing out of them.“Hello?” “I’m here.” “Will, please!” “You know I can’t.” “You can. It’s time to let it go! It’s not as bad as you think!” “I can’t.”I heard Linda heave the heaviest sigh, laden with desperation and disappointment. Then the call ended without a goodbye.I don’t blame her because I would’ve done the same. Here was my business partner,...
You can never win.
How can one attain absolution for a previous life full of sins if you don’t know what you’ve done. Every other morning I wake up with no recollection of falling asleep. I remember staring down the barrel of a shot glass. I look to my left or right for the flavor of the day. I remember cigarette tinged kisses and whiskey laden breath. My job gets harder everyday and this helps, I guess. They tell me I’ll get desensitized eventually. That the pain from the grim reality of the job will lessen over time. It's been four years and I cry like a child every time. I look into their eyes and can see th...
The importance of a name
I decide to go back to the library to confront the librarian about his so called ‘confidential documents’ that are nothing but ancestral records that I can get online doing a quick search. I walk down the street at sunset completely in awe of the beautiful reddish orange sun floating on the horizon. When I finally reach my car, I see a ticket in my windshield which snaps me right out of my dreamy state. Great my meter ran out; I’m already high on caffeine to keep me awake; I’ve been too busy researching which means I’ve had nothing to eat today; all this while the sun hasn’t even gone down yet...