Fabrications_Consequences of Inertia_A Bag Of Patience_Sunrise with Eggs Benedict
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Fabrications
Thunder roared through sky, tearing through the clouds. The wind howled, deafeningly, proclaiming its fury. Alan sat alone at his desk. Typing away at his typewriter. Struggling for ideas. Pacing back and forth through his office, whilst mumbling to himself like a madman. Alan consistently failed to meet deadlines - if his work wasn’t perfect, it would not exist, if it wasn’t confronted with showers of praise, and compliments, it would not exist, and if it didn’t flow like a poem, it did not exist. He was a rigorous perfectionist, with thick hopes and tangible desires.Alan needed inspiration. ...
Consequences of Inertia
It started with the little things. Like not being able to get a parking spot in front of his house for the third day in a row. Or when he went to his favorite burger bar only to be told they were out of buns, but could give him a lettuce wrap instead—um, no. Diego really started to suspect that his luck had turned when his dog Bruno got sick, seemingly out of nowhere. The dog recovered but inexplicably began leaning to the left when he walked, his previously expressive giant brown eyes replaced with a pleading, vacant look. Diego could barely stand to look at his beloved dog who now seemed a s...
A Bag Of Patience
Copyright © 2021 by Fallow Amber. All rights reserved.“It’s nothing that serious. I don’t see why you should be nosing around my properties,” Bruin, your one-year husband, hurls at you in anger, throwing the half-finished wedding list you had discovered while picking a dress for him back into his cupboard. You drill holes into his back that’s facing you, knowing you’re not planning on giving up anytime soon, the fact that he’s probably arranging a wedding without your consent; one that might be his. *** How had it ended up like this? You soliloquise, sipping on a hot cuppa in the cold weather,...
Sunrise with Eggs Benedict
Here I am. Ready. My breakfast is perfect as is my own brew of iced tea. Thwww.onedoor.cce light grows to illuminate the greenery on the backside of the hills. And then…it’s there. The sunrise over St. Thomas is glorious. An overused word, when describing sunrises, I’m sure. But nonetheless applicable. Glorious. Glorious. Glorious. I mean, like, glory, glory, sock-it-to-ya, beautiful. Especially here and now.After excruciating hours of being seasick on my first ship to the point of upchucking blood, the Navy had me on “the patch” for every underway period after. I remember coming into port and throwing the ...