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I woke up in darkness. Still incoherent, I felt dampness on the length of my backside. Not wet like from swimming or bathing, but musty and moist, as if sealed in a Ziploc. My bare feet felt sharp points of hay and stubble as I steadied myself to stand. I heard the squeal of a rodent to the left behind me. Thankful that my eyes were adjusting to the lack of light, I managed to jump off the pile of infested hay in a single leap. I landed in cool, dusty dirt. From below, I started to see flecks of sun peek through the rough umber boards comprising the walls of this barn that I found myself in. I looked to both sides, frantically and with thick breath, afraid of exposure...more
Kishia arrived home from her orthodontist’s office one afternoon with a heavy feeling in her stomach. She had an adjustment to her braces as usual. Dr. White tightened the bands and replaced the tiny rubberbands that held her jaws together. She felt a slight, almost unnoticeable pain in her gums. Her mind was spinning with questions as she pondered the surgery that the doctor suggested...more
The moon beat down on the harsh glacial landscape. Peaks of ice met the colorless sky and the air burned. The shadows danced malevolently around the firmly packed snow, an occasional tree reaching its twisted limbs into the cool silver light. Fingers of tormented oak scratched deep furrows of darkness onto the ground. The full moon was so brilliant the Sea of Tranquility seemed to envelop the sky. There was a shrieking wind, and the already frigid landscape seemed to cry out in pain along with it. Ice crystals raced on the wind, stinging and cutting the gnarled trees. Through it all twisted a narrow path leading to a small cabin...more
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For the better part of a month, I have traveled up and down I-25, in and out of basements and smoke-filled bars (where I can’t even have a beer) and through the lives of a few of my friends, two of whom are college graduates, the other two still attending school in two different cities. This being the case, it seems nearly impossible that these four would still make it almost two or three times a week to some frat house or a tiny music venue hidden in urban Denver just to make a few bucks and play music. But they do, and without much regard to personal well-being or finances...more
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Sparrows chirped in the pine trees. The cool summer breeze softly blew over the tops of the trees and sent leaves drifting down to the ground below. The white flowers blossoming from the dogwood swayed, touching petals with a lover-like caress. A white-haired woman sat on a rock, basking in the sun like a lizard. In the distance, wind chimes tinkled softly, and she listened with relish. It was a Saturday. It was her day...more |
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