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I Am A Savior
I am a savior.You might recognize me as Dr. Aldaine.My self-healing books touched millions. Their voices flutter, grasping at a rope I provided. Tears from calloused eyes ripple like waves in my soul. It’s easy. Too easy. Psychology is an easy subject. It’s so moving.Saccharine words echo from a hollowed mouth. My mouth. Words don’t need to have any meaning. A person on edge looks for any hopeful glimpse—like a tightrope walker. Their minds, beaten with despair, glisten with rage.Rich authors can write poor characters. Pigs can feast like gilded kings. Some politicians can claim they can fix t...
My Hand for a Watch
Lucille can’t believe her eyes. She checks the balance for the 5th time. She is not sure if it’s the hangover, the sleep deprivation, or both. Again, the numbers show the exact same unbelievably large number. One hundred thousand euros. And the seven thousand two hundred eighty she had before but who would read after the first two commas anyway. Her heart is palpitating. “This changes everything” she mutters under her breath. “I can finally finish my studies, pay for mom’s hospital bills, get a pick-up truck for the business-““Hey lady, it doesn’t matter how much you beg it, it won’t give you...
Bargain Adventure
I’ll let you in on a little travel secret…$1、25 is too little to pay for an active volcano tour. Initially, it seemed like such a fabulous bargain – and this price included transportation and a guide! Such an amazing adventure for less than the price of a latte. Now I have a permanent scar on my right ankle.We were taking a break from volunteer work in the Central American nation of Guatemala to rest while enjoying all the cervezas and tamales the touristy town of Antigua could offer. Using all my persuasiveness, which has been described as pestering, I convinced a few friends to join me on th...
I was Floating, Drifting, Flying... I was Dreaming
I was dreaming, floating, hovering above myself, watching her make decisions I couldn’t control. When she moved, I moved, as if she was holding a balloon. She pulled the string and I followed, suspended in the air, slightly behind.I called to her, to myself, “Where are we going?” She didn’t answer. She didn’t hear. She didn’t know I was there.She was walking. Walking and walking and walking. I was floating behind her. Floating and floating and floating. Where we were going, I couldn’t tell. There was no light and it was cold. The air was wet, laced with the scent of mold. The ground seemed to ...