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An Unfortunate Series of Events
The opening and closing clicks of the shutters of the cameras feel like a part of me now. Lights flash, some white, some blue, some red. I’m blinded. Chester is walking behind me, his hand on my back, trying to protect me from the crowd and comfort me at the same time. My parents and Courtney got left behind, calling everyone they knew to get enough money to get me out. Microphones are shoved at my face, trying to get a word out of me. But I’m not going to say anything. Anything and everything I say will be used against me.I pointed out to the lawyer that not saying anything could be used agai...
Crispy Cream
“I think I’m allergic to the sun…” “That’s impossible. No one is allergic to the sun. You may have a reaction to it. Your skin has a tolerance level that when crossed, rebels. Sun burn is not only uncomfortable, but can also lead www.onedoor.ccto serious cancerous maladies. You need to take precautions.” That is not what I meant to say. I didn’t mean to infer that the sun, per say, was the problem. I meant to say sunny dispositions, blind optimists, are the cause of my burning sensation. He is like that however, jumping to rationalizations rather than seeking the source of the problem, before prescribing ...
The Traveler's Way
There is a tortoise walking through blackberry bramble. Her name is Genesis. She’s wondering when the world will change.She’s been here since the beginning, wandering through time content, serene.Genesis is pleased with her role and happy with her lot. She’s seen trees live and die, empires rise and fall, species come and go. Through it all, she’s wandered the borders of now and never, here and there, life and death. She’s guided many travelers along their way.Genesis is patient and calm and loves eating Etoi plants, which grow in tall stalks from the ground and sprout leafy greens above her h...
Sighting
“Follow that car,” Mitch barked to the cab driver after hurriedly climbing into the back seat. His pointing finger indicated a green sedan that was already maneuvering its way to the outer lane that offered a fast exit from the airport.He leaned as far forward as the plexiglass pider would allow and watched the sedan weave in and out of traffic along I-95、 The cabbie stayed right behind it in the middle lane. Mitch could only make out the silhouette of a man in the passenger seat. It appeared that he was having a conversation with whomever was driving the car. Mitch’s heart fluttered in his ch...