Gravity, is working against me_Two Thumbs Up_A Bridge Too Far?_Commuter
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Gravity, is working against me
Gravity, is working against me.Just to be clear, I’m not a moron. I know my Newtonian physics, the laws of gravity work on me just like anybody else. The thing is, and I know for sure, the thing is that gravity has got something against me.Why would it be so aggressive is beyond my understanding, but I can feel it pushing me down, compressing my bones, my stomach. Opposing my every move.I tried to get it checked, first I got to the best physicians in the country. They tried with blood analysis, x-rays, postural gymnastics, positrons, CT-scans, high vitamins diet and even a prostate check. No n...
Two Thumbs Up
Hitchhiker’s row is what they called it. It was the part of Old Cotters Road where on any given day or night you would see only one thing besides Mr. Murphy’s cows in the pasture. A row of hitchhikers would be standing in a line thumbs up looking for a ride out of town. That’s exactly what Justin Paris saw when he drove down that country road on a hot July’s day. Justin was from Arrow Wood, a few towns away from Old Cotters Town and today he was on his way to Junction City. Junction City was the place where his new job was. He was going to join the ranks of the professional managers. He had h...
A Bridge Too Far?
Luke had always known God. Yes, he was a fourth generation pastor’s son, but before he ever went to Sunday school he felt The Presence. He thought maybe all children did, which was how man’s manifestation of right and righteousness managed to pull at the heartstrings of so many people. Perhaps every child knows The Presence, but the enchantment can become lost in the translation of society. No man in Luke’s family had ever not been a pastor. He had taken History with a minor in English before Seminary school, and he left a cushy position back home as the single, younger son of the pastor i...
Commuter
Trigger warning: violenceToday’s the day I change. I am weary from marching through the endless drudgerwww.onedoor.ccy that my life has become. I wake up in a house of people who don’t really see me, who don’t know who I truly am. Maybe it’s better this way. Maybe it’s better to remain in the shadow of my life and not face the uncertainty of acceptance. This is better than rejection, after all, right? “Good morning, sweetie,” she says. “I hope you slept well.” I hear her voice and smile. I say something in return. What was it? Did I tell her I loved her? “I don’t want to go to school, I have a stomachache. ...