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Down The Cold Dark Barrel - Part Two
As quickly as Winston faded into the night sky, he opened up hazily to a morning ceiling. His glaring blue eyes striking wide after feeling the sun gleam in from a window that also permitted a pleasurable breeze and the elegance of birds singing. Picking his head up slightly to view his surroundings, his own neck had him locked in place and kept him down in the awfully comfortable bed. Never had he felt so much comfort while being in so much pain in his life.
By Drew Munro4 years ago in Fiction
Spaghetti Family part 9, like honey to a pesky bee
I couldn’t stop crying. It was like the world as I knew it was over. Manny didn’t remember what I was to him, either did Robin. They had some memories just not the most recent ones of us together free in that new community in our new home.
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Fiction
Spaghetti Family part 8, you’re all on borrowed time
The glowing, swirling black chasm fell deep down through the hole in the house. I couldn’t stop looking at it. It was hypotonic. And there was my family, Robin and Manny, hiding in a chaotic, black and white electrical cloud, all the way at the bottom.
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Fiction
Spaghetti Family part seven, the chasm of tears
I feel pinned down and burning all over. I know instinctively this is Lesley, and her face scans the house in an authoritative manner stomping about, as I realize I’m no longer able to speak as I try to open my mouth and tell her to get out.
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Fiction










