Drown Him_Sodade sem fim_Ariadne’s Thread_Relationship with The Queen City: Complicated
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Drown Him
Drowning, burning, suffocating, being shot. I used to keep a mental list of the worst ways to die. Now, I felt as if the first one was all too close to coming true as the freezing cold water closed around me and shoved me forward harshly. Rocks scraped against my neck, my arms, then my back. As I started to panic, a voice began to scream in my head, shouting at me. Breathe. Breathe? What kind of advice wwww.onedoor.ccas that? Breathe. Open your mouth and let the water take over the inside of your body as well. It seemed so ridiculous, yet so sensible. I opened my mouth. Where was the saltiness of the ...
Sodade sem fim
Dear Philip, Such a delight to, at last, feel the pen roll onto the paper. I would like to thank both Maggie and you for sending me pictures of the paths you hiked and the mounts you reached, despite my lack of answer in years. Knowing that someone cares somewhere means the world to me. Those three years without Laurie felt like an infinite drift. Across waves and storms. Clinging onto rafts thicker than my sorrow, at times. Illusory and shallow, at others. But I somehow managed to build a raft for myself and it seems I may now be ready to leave the port. To answer your question, I did move to...
Ariadne’s Thread
Alan’s friends could not believe him. They wanted more. They wanted proof.“You met him?” “Merlo exists?” “You spoke?” “What did he say?” “What’s he like?” “He signed it?” “He stole your book?” “His book?” “Why take his own book?”“It’s my copy of his latest, ‘Ariadne’s Thread’.”Everyone envied Alan’s good fortune. Few could claim the great Merlo had stolen one of their books. Fewer, that the thief also wrote it. Many claimed to know Merlo, the celebrated author, eccentric and recluse. He lived in this city where Alan attended university. Alan thought himself Merlo’s ‘biggest’ fan. He’d read it ...
Relationship with The Queen City: Complicated
Clouds lift me higher into the sky. Wisps of soft fluff wrap my body in cool comfort. The slow ascent into the ethers above proves a slight wind that is like a balm alongside the unimaginable warmth of my personal cloud transport. Just as I break above the top of the clouds and begin to see the stratosphere, a bird, stark dark against the white bulbous landscape stretching beyond me. The bird lands sharp at the top of my cloud pillow. And begins to squawk. Incessantly. And before I blink, I am tumbling out of my very real heaven hurtling quickly towards the earth below. I jerk awake. Fuck it’...