No Rest for the Wicked_Hellish Paradise_The Boy Who Called Me Wolfman_Come to me
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No Rest for the Wicked
Beneath the sea’s surface, I am at peace and everything is quiet. I wish I could stay down here forever where the hardest problems I have is telling the difference between the fish that swim near me and pruny skin. But my lungs need oxygen and it isn’t long before I swim up to the surface and breathe in sweet, fresh air. Above water, I’m greeted by the sounds of seagulls shrieking and children playing at the beach with their families. As I step out of the water, every noise comforts me as it means I’m on my first vacation in a very long time and not on some mission in a classified corner of th...
Hellish Paradise
I. The Bed This might be my favorite part of the room. It’s slim and white but miraculously sturdy. Even when I jumped on it as hard as I could, frantically almost, it never broke. I don’t know if I’m disappointed or not. Maybe it could have given me a reason to go out. I don’t think the door would’ve cared though. They haven’t been on good terms since I scratched the frame trying to fit the planks in.I think the mattress is dented because I only sleep on the right side. I could sleep on the left or turn the mattress around to balance it but there’s something comforting about slipping into the...
The Boy Who Called Me Wolfman
The boy just stood there, all weak and helpless, like no one cared for him. Dirt smudges decorated his brown sugar-colored skin while nothing but a loincloth hung from his neck to his skinny ankles. I looked with confusion and wonder as the boy’s eyes shone with hope, his fat red lips still and his dirty, scabbed hawww.onedoor.ccnds holding an empty bowl with a wooden spoon and a couple of rice and lettuce leftovers in it. I smiled a little at him, wishing I had food. Then I invited the poor kid to follow me into the woods behind us—maybe the wolves will distract him from this pitiful truth. A wolf’s howl...
Come to me
The salty breeze was holding hands with the resin of the planks, playing within the sails like cheerful children, gently pushing the vessel onward on the bluest of seas. On the quarter deck the capitain was facing up to the gentleman, hissing with a low, rumbling voice “We lost our route, sir. We are in the midst of unknown waters, pushing forward is going to kill us all!”. Just a smirk on the face of the other man, straight shoulders and the nose pointing confidently to the open sea “we are close, capitain. Pushing forward is going to bring us fame, glory and fortune. And I payed handsomely f...