TW: References to domestic violence
“Father Byron, She’s ready.” she may have been ready but I was not.
Any day can go from bad to good, and good to bad. Today, today was the latter.
The bodies were sprawled across the ground and stacked upon one another, the closer we drew to the entrance of the dugout.
I don’t know what further time I still have ahead of this moment before he makes his return to drag me back to the dark place with him. I can already feel his tug on the line of consciousness that keeps me tethered to this waking world. His torrid touch coils around my wrist like a serpent silently strangling fresh prey. He is ready to bring me away with him, to a place beyond the walls of time and sleep, where I fear I will never be allowed to wake again. I await now his return in solemn silence, writing this for any other who may know the weight cast down by the oppression of the fear that he causes. If these passages speak to you, then know that you are not alone in this, that you are not the first to look upon his face, and you will not be the last.
Full name: Charlot Emery Cole
We trudged through the snow toward an outpost Isaiah had established on the western edge of the village. It was from there, I learned that most trouble arrived and was thus the most dangerous position. There were always three villagers stationed at the outpost. If need be, I was informed, two could fight, and the third would either call or go for help.
The moon. Illuminating itself like a stranger glaring into nineteen year old Red’s kitchen window. Fair skin, flowing red hair and a petite frame, she retrieves cookies from the oven, only to burn her hand causing them to fall on the tiled floor and shatter. She tosses them away and sighs. Grandma will have to deal with store bought.
View over dessert. Strange. CLAUSTROPHOBIC. It’s NIGHT. There are HILLS OBSCURING view of farther desert. The grass is dead. Eerie light maybe because of dusk. or white night. The whine of the WIND can be heard and distorted noise of rams and the BELLS that hang around their necks.
We dock at the station twenty minutes before detonation. The world is counting on us. My name is Nick. John, Mary, and I have been on this mission for two weeks. Our world has been in suspense as a large asteroid the size of Europe headed in our direction. That was until I, along with my colleagues, came into the picture. Now victory is within our grasp.