As I entered John Kirowan's study I was too much engrossed in my own thoughts to notice, at first, the haggard appearance of his visitor, a big, handsome young fellow well known to me "Hello, Kirowan," I greeted "Hello, Gordon Haven't seen you for quite a while How's Evelyn" And before he could answer, still on the crest of the enthusiasm which had brought me there, I exclaimed: "Look here, you fellows, I've got something that will make you stare! I...[Read More]
The rain beat a steady rhythm on the asphalt In the dark sky above, the rumble of distant thunder rolled slowly toward us “Daniel” The sound of my name pulled me from my reverie I turned my head away from the drenched playground and toward Miss Wasson “Are you with us” she asked, resting a hand on the edge of my desk I nodded unconsciously, my mind a million miles away I looked to the watch on her left wrist It...[Read More]
John Woodford in his first moments of returning consciousness was not aware that he was lying in his coffin He had only a dull knowledge that he lay in utter darkness and that there was a close, heavy quality in the air he breathed He felt very weak and had only a dim curiosity as to where he was and how he had come there He knew that he was not lying in his bedroom at home, for the darkness there...[Read More]
I was diagnosed with obsessive-compulsive disorder when I was five I have always struggled to interact with people because of this disorder, spending large amounts of time attempting to fix imperfections around me I would lash out harshly at people around me if they touched me or my things, and I became socially isolatedMy father died when I was seven, and so my mother did her very best to raise me by herself despite my condition She was the one...[Read More]
It started when I was six years old I was in school, it was the middle of a reading lesson, and I needed to pee, badly At that age, actually, a fair few kids still wet themselves, and I always got paranoid about embarrassing myself in public like that I stuck my hand up and told Mrs Zebby that I needed to use the bathroom After the usual speech about how I “should have gone at break”, she gave me the...[Read More]
I In the heart of a second-growth piney-woods jungle of southern Alabama, a region sparsely settled by backwoods blacks and Cajuns—that queer, half-wild people descended from Acadian exiles of the middle eighteenth century—stands a strange, enormous ruin Interminable trailers of Cherokee rose, white-laden during a single month of spring, have climbed the heights of its three remaining walls Palmetto fans rise knee high above the base A dozen scattered live oaks, now belying their nomenclature because of choking tufts of gray, Spanish...[Read More]
I don’t think I can put into words, how good it feels being a Father I love Daniel more than I could possibly say His bright, shining smile, his endless curiosity about the world around him, and his gentle, loving nature
I didn’t think I was capable of loving someone else this much, but every time I heard his little laugh, or saw his smile, I knew Even the smallest things he did made me so incredibly proud Every achievement he...[Read More]
The taxi drove off, leaving Funk on the Hoddeston lawn, surrounded by valises Funk was thinking it more than merely odd that Barclay, for whose coaching he had come prepared to spend a month, had not met him as planned He tried the screen door; it was hooked inside "Hello, in there!" he hailed hopefully There was no response The Hoddeston farm lay drenched in a torpid lethargy for which it was obvious more than the July heat must be responsible Within...[Read More]
Rule 1: Don't stray from the installations access roads
I spend a lot of time doing contract work for the Army They contract a hell of a lot of mechanic work out to civilians Saves on overhead, I guess But that means I’ll often be driving out into obscure training ranges out in the middle of nowhere to un-fuck a mission critical vehicle or piece of equipment that can’t be easily brought back into the shop
It could take an hour or...[Read More]
You needn’t think I’m crazy, Eliot—plenty of others have queerer prejudices than this Why don’t you laugh at Oliver’s grandfather, who won’t ride in a motor If I don’t like that damned subway, it’s my own business; and we got here more quickly anyhow in the taxi We’d have had to walk up the hill from Park Street if we’d taken the car I know I’m more nervous than I was when you saw me last year, but you don’t need...[Read More]
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