Dear God_Under The Surface._Stuck in the Middle With You_1095
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Dear God
Dear God, it’s…that time of year again. I sit here thinking of what to write. I know I’m a little old for writing letters to a presumably fictional character, known around the world for taking much of the spice out of Christmas, at least as far as the One and Only Son is concerned. But never the less, I believe it is good therapy and I recommend it to all. No one actually believes they are going to get what they ask for anyway, but it’s not the asking, or the getting, that’s important. It is a fact that you lessen the trepidation of the season by taking yourself mentally out of the turmoil an...
Under The Surface.
Everyone knows of the cameras in the streetlamps and on the tops of every doorway. On certain benches or decorative pots filled with plants. They are aware they have no red light, or shuttering lens to announce their presence, but are there all the same. Most try to turn away from them, as naturally and innocently as they can. Often it is useless, and all the seemingly meaningless movement does is put them in front of a separate camera, resulting in a tingle that goes up their spine. These small rebellions against security protocols are not often paid much mind. They are let go and forgotten a...
Stuck in the Middle With You
“Do you remember when we used to do this all the time?” “Yeh, don’t remember why we stopped.” “We got old. We started to act the way we believed we were supposed to. Our dreams became a reality, and I think we just got scared.” She’s probably right. We used to do a lot of things we don’t do anymore. I don’t know if its that we got old, or that we got old, because we stopped doing things we used to do. We have a tendency I think to believe our own stories, our own lies, our own expecwww.onedoor.cctations, and if we do this or that, everything will work out the way we’d planned. And for the most part, I thi...
1095
He used the nail to scratch a diagonal line through the four vertical lines he had made the four previous days on the wall opposite the door of his cell. He counted the sets of five he had made, 219、 That meant there were 1095 hash marks on the wall. If his calculations had been right he had been here three years.He could not be sure. He scratched a mark on the wall every time just before drinking what he thought of as his “evening gruel.” There was also the “morning gruel.” They were both pushed through the opening at the bottom of the cell door in hard plastic bowls, quite unbreakable,...