The bastard left me spinning at thirteen. Got himself killed at work and never came home. I’ve hated him through years of anger, substance abuse and self-destruction.
Dead from overdose, his ghost paid me an impromptu visit. Narcan pulled me back but his forgiveness changed my life forever.
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May the fourth be with you,
E’er the Empire’s troops amass,
Seek out your inner Jedi,
And kick some darkside ass!
Inside my mind,
Broken threads,
Extinguished light,
Darkness spreads.
Cold outside,
I’m safe in here,
In my cocoon,
Hidden from fear.
A single window,
Shining bright,
Caught in frame,
A world in flight.
Trapped within,
A grip that holds,
Watching helpless,
As time unfolds.
If I could only,
Take a leap,
Into the fray, and
Leave my keep.
At the threshold,
The unknown calls,
On my island,
Darkness falls.
Just one brave step,
I’ll take my leave,
But from this fear,
I’ve no reprieve.
Brother Ramon awoke, his naked body aching and weak. His head pounding, swimming in a fog of confusion. Fragments of monochromatic light, blurry shades of gray and white filtering into the emptiness behind his eyes. This is what blindness must feel like, he thought. If only his nose was as impaired as his vision, the stench of this place was strong enough to fell an advancing army.
There was nothing before this moment. His mind blank like a book set to page 113, nothing but stark white emptiness filling the preceding pages. Who was he? Where was he?
Ramon rolled onto his side. Reaching out to feel his surrounding, the floor pushing back as he ran his hand across the cold stone. As he continued to probe his surroundings, the stone gave way to rough-hewn fabric. He gripped and pulled but something held it in place. Leveraging its weight, he dragged himself to the object anchoring the cloth.
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Zip, his pants fell around his ankles in their darkened bedroom.
“Zero chance.” she said as she rolled over, her back to his side of the bed.
Zilch again, I wonder what the palm sisters are up to?
The luminous moon
gossamerous across Silent Lake.
The wail of the lonesome loon
flooding the early dawn.
My lover, she needs to roam,
leaving me to mend a broken home.
Today was difficult. I was completely blindsided by what was to come. If I’d known I’d have stayed in bed.
The day unfolded in layers like a sad country song. I’m sure the dog would have run away if I had one.
My heart pounded, sweat beaded on my forehead. I cried and screamed and sobbed in anger and anguish.
As I sit here alone, the sun long set, I put all of it into a bubble and blow it up and away. As I watch it drift upwards I feel my body relax. Tomorrow is a new day.
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“Hey Norm, what’s another term for a complete and utter idiot.”
“I dunno, why do you ask?” Norm replied.
“I have this friend who is a complete waste of skin but I need something stronger to describe him.”
“Try moron, dullard, numskull, doofus, chowderhead, oxygen thief, fuckwit, or nimrod; do I know this person?”
“Possibly,” I said before pausing momentarily.
“Hey fuckwit…”
GirlieOnTheEdge’s Six Sentence Stories #209.
Date: 2022-04-24 | Word: Term | Tags: #sixsentensestories
Photo Credit: NCIS – Season 4.
Copyright 2022 Greg Glazebrook, All Rights Reserved.
Content Warning: Contains violence, sexually explicit themes and course language.
She remained calm even as her colleagues spawned a storm of nervous energy that bristled all around her.
Amaya stood five foot seven, her jet-black hair contrasting with her white jumpsuit as it fell over her shoulders. As a young child and long before her family moved to England, she remembers standing along the Bay of Bengal imagining what lay beyond the blue. Her father sparking her curiosity with stories of mermaids and monsters filling the deep.
While her peers turned toward the stars Amaya looked to Earth’s oceans. Fueled by her memories the Indian born, Oxford educated graduate, dove into her studies, becoming the rockstar of her chosen field. Her caché landed her a prestigious position on the Atlantis project. As member of the CoreOne team, the cutting-edge oceanic engineer was part of the deep-sea colony from its initial submergence.
That was 17 years ago and Atlantis had grown from a modest research station to an underwater city. Consisting of four cores supporting 17 modules. The colony was home to over 11,000 permanent residences. Its massive entertainment districts supporting 5,500 hotel rooms, three casinos, several restaurant, entertainment and shopping districts, and the state-of-the-art Marine Discovery Center was a bustling vacation destination for many surface dwellers.
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Sadie rushed out to the barn,
A whip with her cowgirl charm,
The animals arranged,
An ending deranged,
Now Sadie’s done bought the farm.
Fat Larry began a fad diet,
With an eye for sweet apple pies,
He followed the plan to the letter,
And promptly when up one size.
Undeterred he continued to eat,
For the losses he’d soon realize,
Until a peek in the mirror did show,
The pie had gone straight to his thighs.
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