Counter Strike (#3)

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March 4, 2015

You skid to a stop at the brink of the cliff, loose dirt underfoot. Breathless, staring straight down at the canyon floor hundreds of feet below, you feel the wind hit your face as it whips upward. Crunching footsteps approach from behind, far too quickly, much too close. You spin toward the oncoming threat, fingers flexing their sweaty grip on the knife in your hand. Too late. A foot slams against your chest, and the ground…

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Old Books (#2)

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March 3, 2015

I wandered through a used bookstore where the smell enveloped me like a blanket. Surrounded by stacks of books so tall that ladders were needed to reach the tops. Shelves overflowing, unsorted piles, row upon row upon row. All of those books had been opened and all of them read. So many fingers turning so many pages filling so many minds. For every impression left, a scent absorbed. Oils, perfumes,…

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The girl who blew bubbles to the fishes (#1)

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March 2, 2015

She floated, enigmatic, outside of normal interactive patterns.  It wasn’t due to a lack of congeniality, she just rarely went out of her way to pursue companionship. So I was the one who introduced myself to her. I learned about her innate proficiency at reverse engineering, and the passion she had for deconstructing things. In contrast, is my most prominent memory of Kristina. She would lie on her belly next to her pool, its surface overgrown with lily pads, place her lips to the water, and blow delightful, bubbling greetings to…

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Ratty Old T-shirt

I’ve got a t-shirt that’s 18 years old. I haven’t worn it often, because there’s a part of my brain that tells me I need to preserve it. To save it. That its life is finite, and every time I put it on, it’s that much closer to being gone forever. I’m quite sure it’s because that time in my life has faded into distorted memories, and the shirt is one of the few…

February 12, 2015
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Hiraeth – Rhan Un

In life, we continually find ourselves in different places.  I’m not speaking physically, though that is usually the case as well, but more philosophically.  Most of us hope that this is a progression for good, and that as we move on, we found ourselves in ultimately more and more secure positions.  This is all general, of course.  There are always ups and downs, but when one looks at the overall…

June 29, 2014
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Remember me?

Ninety-nine cents. It was on sale you see. A quart of Gatorade for ninety-nine cents. And it was my meal for the day.

May 30, 2014
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The Limit

The sun is high in the sky, it’s hot, and the mosquitoes are out in force; another wonderful day in the Marine Corps. It was only four hours ago that the two-ton trucks brought us here from the naval center, dropping us off in the middle of nowhere. We staged our gear at a back-woods community center, got our instructions for the day, and set off on this little nature…

May 30, 2014
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