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As I lay.Beep Beep Beep
As I lay here in my hospital bed, listening to the steady beep of the machine that tells those around me that my heart is still beating; I contemplate the approaching end of my life.
I wouldn't be so arrogant as to claim that I have been a perfect person, I have committed my share of sins. But, I would say that it has been a good life.
I married a beautiful person, had wonderful children, and even got to see my grandchildren grow. I glance over at these loved ones, who are all sound asleep in the chairs of this hospital room. The warmth emanating from them brings me so much comfort. Yes, it has definitely been a good life.
Beep .Beep .
I think those beeps are getting slower. It's like listening to a grandfather clock's final ticks, before it stops forever. Death will soon be here to take me in his cold embrace.
Beep .Beep .
Someone has entered the room. I look over to
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Double D would have been surprised that he could make such a horrid sound had he not been in such excruciating pain. His head throbbed and pounded as his fusion twin took over. He could feel him worm around in his head, and he was positive the monster was laughing all the while.
Thud, thud, thud, thud. Each pulse of blood was fire in his veins. For the first time in his life, death actually seemed preferable. A spasm that made the other pain seem like minor aches went through his whole body. He would have screamed again, but the last one left his throat so hoarse that all he could do was whimper.
And then it was over. The pain was gone, his breathing returned to normal. But it was wrong; his whole body was wrong. It felt crowded inside, suffocating. Two people were breathing the same air at the same time. He wanted to deny it. It was just too terrible to accept. But when his legs moved to stand without him w
A Cup of BlissMy Friend and I were sitting outside enjoying a lazy Summers day, when dark clouds started to gather and a chill better suited to Fall blew across the yard. Before we knew it large rain drops began to fall. We ran inside so we wouldnt get soaked. We made it just in time, for as soon as we got in the torrent came with a vengeance.
We stared sadly outside; our day seemed to be ruined. I then had an Idea. If we couldnt enjoy the outside we may as well enjoy the in. I offered my friend some tea. She wasnt really a tea drinker but accepted when I pointed out that it would help us warm up.
I put the water in the kettle and the kettle on the stove. While we waited we sat and talked about things that truly held no meaning, our spirits already lifting. The kettle whistled. I got up to take it off the heat, my friend offered to help so I told her she could get the tea cups if she wanted. It took a few tries for her to get the right cupboard, but eventually she got t
Courageous Fortune, chp 5This wasnt your usual morning on the farm in No Where, and not because no monsters had come along to kidnap/abduct/hypnotize/eat/kill/steal from/ or do various other unpleasant things to them. No. This particular morning was different because Muriel had given Eustace and Courage some big news.
Pack your bags boys, were heading to Virginia!
Now, Courage wasnt at all sure how he felt about that, but Eustace was sure how he felt
I aint goin nowhere Muriel!
This of course led to the small argument they were having now.
Oh yes you are Eustace. This is important!
Dont care. I aint gettin out of this chair!
Oh Eustace, you can take your chair with you! Vivian called last night and-
Vivian, our niece.
It took a moment, but the name finally registered. She hasnt spoken to us in six years Muriel! What could she want from us?
Courageous Fortune, chp 4Muriel hummed softly as she sat in her rocking chair, slowly rocking back and forth. Enjoying a cup of tea as a way to relax after quite the exiting day. She had won at bingo, again! The prize was a brand new tea set, one she had been eyeing in the store for a good while.
Eustace was in his chair, snoring loudly, the remote still in his hand. One particularly loud snort got Muriels attention. She chuckled; Eustace always fell asleep while watching his shows. Another sound got her attention, though this one was much softer. She looked down to see Courage, her beloved dog, yawing and stretching. The poor thing looked exhausted. It must getting late.
Come on Courage, she said, rising from her chair. Lets get to bed.
Mm-hmm. was Courages reply. Stretching as he got up from the carpet.
Muriel went into the kitchen to put her cup in the sink, when the phone rang. She looked at the clock, it was 11: 28. Who would be calling at this hour
Courageous Fortune, chp 3After taking a few minutes to calm herself, Vivian decided that for now it was best that Eddward not know she had heard him talking to his friend. At least not until she spoke with Frank about this. She took a deep breath, putting on the best smile she could, not wanting him to get any hint of her distress. She went into his room:
Good morning Eddward! her voice sounded happy and level, good.
Though it seemed she startled him more than she intended; he whirled around shock apparent on his face.
Mother?! his attention was quickly drawn back to the phone. No Eddy, I didnt just call you mother.
She couldnt help but chuckle a little at that. I brought you your breakfast Son, I hope you like it.
He watched her set the tray on his desk, a look of almost disbelief on his face. He came over looking at what she brought. It looks delicious Thank you, Mother.
He turned back to her, almost staring,
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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