Rolling with the punches_New Recruit_The son never shines on closed doors. *_John John Is Not Hades
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Rolling with the punches
“Choose.” She pointed her chin towards the two glowing orbs in each of her hands. Blue in her left, green in her right.Allison frowned. She had two choices—only two; and in within a short moment, she had to choose one.She scrutinized her choices.On one hand, she could be the most talented person in the world, on the other, she would finally have a loving family.Just a week ago, if someone were to say she’d be making such impossible choices, she would’ve laughed right in their faces.And yet, here she was. In front of a goddess-like being, deciding how her life would change.Talent was something ...
New Recruit
Michael had gone to bed at ten but he had not been able to sleep. He had lain on his back and rerun the day's events over and over, then he had spent an hour or so turning from side to side until the bed was in total disarray . Finally, he had got out of bed and walked to the window, through which a beam of moonlight was illuminating the room well enough to make out all the furnishings. He stood looking out at the full moon and the gentle, clean cloak it spread over the town. Everything appeared softer, without hard edges. The definition seemed perfectly adequate , without the necessity of det...
The son never shines on closed doors. *
[This follows “Microcosm” and "Hebrews 13:1-2”] The light breeze blowing the curtains apart cannot offer Aaron a much-needed shelter from the stifling heat of the night. He dares not moving his naked body, sticking to the unentangled sheet, for fear of breaking a sweat or disturbing Jack's peaceful sleep rhythmed by a regular and discreet breathing. The smell of melting asphalt is wafting up from the deserted street and further hinders his search for oxygen. The thickness of the air cannot prevent the distant sirens of a police car from breaking into the house, into his mind, materialising int...
John John Is Not Hades
Black sheets of rain tore across Jack’s front yard. Snug in the warmth of his living room, Jack looked up. A deluge pounded the ceiling. Jack sat in his Astor Velvet reading chair. The downpour sounded like an amateur drum circle had converged on his roof. Jack went back to his book, The Argonautica. King Amycus had just knocked out three more of Jason’s shipmen. So much for Xenia, Jack thought. Jack began www.onedoor.ccreading The Argonautica because he wanted to enjoy an old-timey greek myth, but he was burnt out on the Odyssey and the Iliad. He had taught those stories too many times to too many college ...