Downpour
Jamison Crabtree
I don’t know what to do. I was typing instead of reading. He continues to walk around me with my knife in his shoulder. There’s a button that shows me my character and it terrifies me.
I don’t know what to do. I was typing instead of reading. He continues to walk around me with my knife in his shoulder. There’s a button that shows me my character and it terrifies me.
Straddle that line between the life you have now and the life you hope for, and as time has told over and over, choices will have to be made because one cannot have both.
Once I am there, everything is lines and shapes. Their bloated bodies mix among the rubble and their curves diminish into hard angles.
Oh, Axys. He wouldn’t know me from Eve. But when he stops in front of me, mouses over the halo hovering above my head and presses his forefinger down—click—I need him to understand what he means to me.
HELP My father is dying. LOOK To the west: sharp-toothed seas. To the east: uncharted territory.
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