“Each believed that God was on his side, for no one raises a hand without convincing himself first that he is right.”
Andrew Krivak
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Adrift.
Solitude is an intriguing and horrifying concept. The winter cold offers me little enjoyment, but I never regret how I spend my time during this season. I mean regret over time “wasted” is a constant interloper of mine, but it’s quieter in these months. Things have been quieter. No shame over a “nice day spent… Read more
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Rage or Intrigue (1/?) – Fiction Story Friday
04/03 | 4:53am Suspended. Aware but unmoving. I should be dead by now. So why am I still here? I stopped feeling cold long ago. Stopped feeling my lungs expand after my last deep, numbing, breath. I thought if I breathed in, it would stop; if I filled myself with the piercing liquid around me,… Read more
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it and me – Writing Prompt Wednesday
“You seem to be enjoying yourself” A voice behind me spoke, leaving the world quite in its completion. Only now am I noticing the lack of people in the streets. No vehicles or even sounds from the busy road two blocks over. As I stopped and turned around, I saw it—or him this time around.… Read more
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The last snake.
A mother’s love. Unwavering. An assurance. But what does that make of those who don’t receive? How does that affect the individual? The whole? Hating her doesn’t help; the harm was as much of a choice of hers as it is a snake after laying eggs. Abandonment, inherent. We are not snakes by choice, but… Read more
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Beautiful and Unperceiving.
This cycle is draining. How my predecessors spent their lives on labor, I can’t comprehend. Three years in, and I can imagine little more. But I suppose I will be debt-free soon if I let my nose be milled to pulp against the circular stone in front of me. My only fuel is the hope… Read more
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Running – Work – Reason
The snow. Something I ire until it arrives. Snow makes me wish I lived in the forest. Alone and unbothered. The city is nice, but it turns the gorgeous snow into MUCK. I found a neighborhood that is close to downtown but still a little quiet. I think the snow will last longer here. I… Read more