He saw it again today, the horse. The same one he saw yesterday and the day before that, and the day before that. The same horse that he has seen since he was a child. Appearing at different locations every day, be it out in the wild or in the middle of a bustling town, it was always there.
The bridge from the cliff edge.
Jasmine Campbell audio recording. June 19, 1994.
In a flood of moving flesh, shaped into that of other human beings. I get tossed and turned as I walk forward, but nothing changes. I crawl, I climb, I sprint, and I even tear my way through, yet here I still am. Surrounded by a crowd of people I have never seen, voices I will never hear again. They...
There was once a house sitting all alone. It sat surrounded by planes and dead chopped up trees. It sat all alone waiting for a day it would find a friend.
My dear Judith, I recently heard you had become somewhat of a private investigator. So perhaps I should start calling you Detective Judith Grey.
Have you ever gone skydiving before?
Those impossibly disgusting things
To choose how the story ends. To sadden all around you. To have the pride to think you can choose when you leave.
Many had fallen. Many had stopped. They all should've. I should've. But I never did. I kept going. I shoved away everyone close to me. Everyone that ever cared about me. Everyone that could care about me. Because I had to keep going. I needed to. If I didn't, I would have died with everyone else. If I didn't, I...