Thread & Birds_Have you seen the tall, blond guy?_Ms. Fortune_Incapable of Her Own Distress
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Thread & Birds
I stand above the void, toes curled tight against the damp black edge. Drops of water hitting the rock walls echo for far too long, but worse still are the drops I know are falling and never hit a surface. You’re lost, I tell myself, for the thousandth time. There’s no going back. My brain screams at me to look back and follow the thread tied to my ankle, the thread that winds sideways and upwards for a mere one mile before it breaks into daylight. But it’s not the daylight of freedom. This is my choice: here is my freedom.I debate climbing along the precipice’s edge until the thread runs out ...
Have you seen the tall, blond guy?
Michael stepped away from the bar with the two bottles of beer he just overpaid for. He expected to be greeted by Alec as soon as he turned, but his friend was nowhere to be seen. Michael started drinking his beer and approached the security staff at the side of the bar. “Hi mate, did you see the guy I was with? Big guy, blonde hair, a beard?” “I did, yes,'' the bouncer responded in a perfect southern English accent. That was unexpected for Michael but he paid it no mind. “A group of VIP guests stopped by, and offered him a ticket to an exclusive set. They said you can join them as well when...
Ms. Fortune
Pru sniffed disapprovingly, and immediately wished she hadn't. Nostrils such as hers expected the familiar and cloying scent of incense at times like these. They were disappointed here.“Here” was a grimy flat at the top of a cramped concrete apartment building. The air stank of stale cigarette smoke and old food. Mind, it'd been more than a tad whiffy in the gloomy hallway. That was the stench of cats that wafted in from the stairwell. Strays liked to toilet there, out of the weather.When there was no answer to her timid tap on the front door, she’d tried the handle. This was a bold move on he...
Incapable of Her Own Distress
There is something liberating about losing the love of your life. Compounded with all the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, it makes the choice to lose one’s mind easier—not to mention the choice of losing one’s life. I guess that answers the question whether to be or not to be. If I were still speaking to you, I’d let you know. O your mother! Gertrude is so lyrical about my death, letting everyone know my surprising demise at the end of Act Four. She www.onedoor.ccdidn’t need to be so glib—no one makes it out of Act Five alive—except for Horatio, but sidekicks generally have a low mortality rate.Wha...