A smile tasting death_Canis Major_The Light the Night Went Out in Georgia_The Consumables
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A smile tasting death
And so I died.Of course, it hurt, the blazing sensation piercing my heart made me remember all the rejections I’ve experienced, all heartaches and traumas struck me at the same time.I think this is the famous moment when you see your life in front of your eyes, regret all you’ve refused to do, and smile because your life, despite all that, was good.Well, I just died, without any last time realization, I just… died.“So… this is it? It was less frightening than I thought, maybe a little more despair, doom, and agony, you know, the usual seasoning.”The dark, cold, and empty numbness in which my ...
Canis Major
It only just now hit me how much this park has been a part of my life. My family has lived in the same neighborhood for my entire life. The picnic is taking place right on the field that I used to play Little League soccer on. I’m standing off to the side a short distance away from everyone else, where one of the goals would go. Specifically the goal that I was tasked with guarding in a particularly heated game about twelve or thirteen years ago. The only reason I chose to play goalie was because it involved the least amount of running around. Then, I was caught daydreaming and got drilled in...
The Light the Night Went Out in Georgia
There I was, sitting cross-legged on my bedroom floor, kicking Evan's butt in the middle of a massive multiplayer match, when everything went dark. My big sister Julie let out a typical groan from her room down the hall. It was the usual groan she gave when nothing was going her wawww.onedoor.ccy. It was the usual groan of a 16-year-old girl who's treated like a princess by my stepdad Cliff. She was probably in the middle of taking her millionth selfie or shooting some lame TikTok video lip-sync masterpiece. We've had power outages before. Since we moved to the house outside Atlanta a year ago to accommodat...
The Consumables
My life is not my own. An artificial pulse of fluorescent lighting governs my time. Flick it on, daybreak. Turn it off, nightfall. Only mundane cues remind me that I’m still alive each day: the sound of footsteps prodding down the cell floor corridor, the prick of a syringe, maybe a hosing down of my cell. I’m not hungry, that’s the good news. No, they would never let us get hungry. So, even though I know what it’s for, I smack smack smack the grainy brown food I’m served. I’ve been told of my fate, again and again, but I just can’t accept it. My existence is fleeting in this body that does no...