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HOME IS WHEN THE HEART IS
HOME IS WHEN THE HEART IS By Andrew Paul Grell “Are we going to have a house when we get back? And if so, will there be anything in it?” “Jolene came highly recommended by Mark as his temporary replacement while we were away. The Ford’s used her from time to time and they said she was first rate. Every surface was www.onedoor.ccshining as if it were still in the showroom. I wouldn’t worry about it, unless you need something to worry about while we’re in the Uber, which seems like it’s taking the whole way around Utah,” Hyacinth said,” her psychology training surfacing for a rare non-session appearance. “I s...
Blessing of Aesir
It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark. I sit up from a lying position on the ground and feel a sharp pain blinding pain all over causing me to vomit. A pulsating pain on the top of my head feels as if my head is split in two. I reach my hand up and feel a large painful gash surrounded by knotted hair sticky with what I assumed is dry blood. Looking up I notice I am not the only poor soul lying in the snow. Checking my surroundings there are bodies strewn across the ground; blood in the snow surrounding them and weapons at their sides. Large clouds of bl...
The Importance of Names
On the edge of a cliff one Spring in Maryland the wind was calm and the air was pleasantly cool, smelling of anticipation for humidity but being in the sweet spot of not being quite there yet. The morning was just beginning, and the Woman sat by an art installation reading I propose that we meet here once a year until one of us can’t or won’t. She put a cigarette to her lips and gently inhaled. “That’ll kill you, you know.” The Man said, sitting down beside her on the cliffs edge and leaning back on his palms. “And I suppose you’ll never die.” She responded. They sat in silence, looking over ...
The flip of a coin
Everybody knows that it’s not supposed to snow in fucking Texas. Every year the weatherman forecasts snowy weather…… and every year there’s not a speck of snow on the gotdamn grown Those were the rules. Snowy weather was just an excuse to have snow days to call off from work and school. They were supposed to be relaxing. However, that meant that Slushy Jackson was not supposed to trudging through four foot deep snow, in the middle of gotdamn nowhere, and searching for a winter spirit. Okay, to be fair– Everything started a couple of weeks ago when she was working her shitty job at the local gr...