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It’s overwhelming. It often feels difficult to do anything more than continually scream from the pain we experience day in and day out.
Strange. Surreal. Shocking. Beautiful.
Strange. Surreal. Shocking. Beautiful.
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It’s overwhelming. It often feels difficult to do anything more than continually scream from the pain we experience day in and day out.
Crista nodded calmly but Red Day shrieked inside her, eager to enact its justice on this self-admitted killer. As Red Day’s anger exploded, the AI seized control of Crista’s right hand and grabbed one of her knives. With a shout of no, Crista ran up the stairs. After bolting the cellar door shut she stumbled to the porch and vomited.
He spoke once, the words whispered by frozen lips on a face so frostbitten he looked like a porcelain doll. I found him below the summit as our expedition bottlenecked before the Hillary Step on our final ascent of Mount Everest.
Listen to our audio presentation of “Death Flowers of a Never-Forgotten Love” by Jason Sanford. Narrated by Lisa Shininger.
He rests like frozen time in the coffin—his face embalmed to wax, his cheeks flushed to rouge and an ever-sparkling smile on lips I’d kissed only days ago. Family and friends file by his body muttering inconsequentials, disbelief.
Miker drove our fire engine through the dark neighborhood, the red emergency lights flash-synching to the deep bass of the rumbler siren. Parked cars and flower gardens and mailboxes flashed by, illuminated for seconds before sliding back to night.
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