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Twilight comes on slow in the desert, a gradual change from the pinks and oranges of the setting sun to full on night, more blue than black.

Sitting in the hard dirt on the edge of his property, on the edge of a bluff, overlooking the wasteland beyond,(more)
They were in the darkness, hands splayed, feeling along walls they'd never seen and never would.  Of course they'd never be back here.  "Honey," he called up to Layla, "Did you forget the flashlight again?"  No answer.  Meaning that she had.  "Alright then."  He t(more)
Even as a grown adult, I enjoy making my way into that small, dark space. Behind a closet, under a bed, wherever. For me, there seems to be a certain serenity that rests within that small, enclosed space.

Most people think it's uncomfortable. For the most part, they'd(more)

The crawl space
is the metaphorical nesting place
I go to for my own embrace.
To think and feel
and perhaps try to erase (more)
I don't know how I got myself in this mess. I suppose I should start from the beginning.

My know-it-all classmate Charles was bragging about how he had been digging a tunnel in the woods to hopefully find some secret treasure an old relative of his had burie(more)
I love the country. I love living there, and all of the sounds that come with it. The peace. The fact that you have more freedom. If you want to go out into your woods and scream at the top of your lungs, you can. No one will be(more)
"What kind of sick bastard are you?" Cappy toasted me.

"Apparently an about-to-be-filthy-rich one." I clapped him on the shoulder and moved past him down the catwalk. I was tired of Cap's frat-boy accolades and offers to work for me and wanted some peace to take in the(more)
I keep missing all the really good triggers, it seems.