Old Lady Backflips_Soaked in Betrayal_A Flip Of A Coin_A Realization at 15,000 Feet
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Old Lady Backflips
Me, Nathan, and my two friends, Enid and Wilson, arrived at the swimming pool together. I asked them what they have been up to since we haven't seen each other in a couple days.“All I do is watch movies and read shitty books. What have you been up to Wilson?”, said Enid.“I programmed my door to open when I wave at it,” said Wilson.“That’s lame,” I replied.“Wow that’s kind of cool.”“You’re such a nerd,” I said.“I know I am and I like it,” Wilson proudly exclaimed.We split up to change clothes and then met back up with Enid in the pool. We got wet and then hovered around the ping board. The indo...
Soaked in Betrayal
“It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend.”(William Blake)Click!Miles stirred and looked up as a guard tapped a little silver key across the bars. As much as he wished he’d been asleep, he hadn’t. He had another night of pacing in his cell until he became so weary that he collapsed onto the floor. He spent most of his time like that. Neither asleep nor awake, just drifting. Nothing to do, nothing to say.The others didn’t have that struggle. They yelped and screamed whenever someone walked by. When there was nobody else but those in the cells, the room was filled with dead sile...
A Flip Of A Coin
Time seemed to slow as the coin spun in the air. The world faded aroundwww.onedoor.cc Elias as his eyes fixated on the gleam of the copper coin. The ruckus of the busy tavern around him, so crowded that you couldn’t hear your own thoughts or have even a foot of space to yourself, all quieted. The floors sticky from the boots of mercenaries, merchants looking for a deal their peers would frown upon, watchmen who didn’t care to follow the laws they enforced, and anyone else who had trouble on their minds, disappeared. The stench of stale bread and whatever new concoction the bartender was brewing became noth...
A Realization at 15,000 Feet
A REALIZATION AT 15,000 FEETDecember, 1973At 15,000 feet, the encampment around Kibo Hut resembled a miners’ camp: three A-frame and two rectangular aluminum shacks dotted a bare, rocky hillside. Stu and I, as usual the first of our group, found bunks for three in one of the shacks, for us and the other four people in our party.Before dark, I sat outside on a boulder, fashioning a face mask out of two black socks—the socks stretched across my face, creating slits for my eyes in the space between the two socks. I hoped it would protect my skin and eyes from the ultraviolet rays of the high-al...