ThirstIt has been ninety days and I have not had a single drop of blood. My skin is whiter now than the nurses’ uniforms and there are times when I get so dizzy I have to lie down. More and more often I find myself trying to decide which vessel I will take first when I finally snap.Oh Lord, I have started to call them vessels again. Please help me to remind myself they are humans. I do not have the right to end their already short pathetic lives. Not even the really crazy ones.I think it will be nurse Marilyn. I have seen that lovely blue vein that bulges when she stretches her neck to overlook the dining room so arrogantly every evening.
The Little Lord of the RingsMargareth winced when she lifted the big pot of soup off the stove. Her back was getting worse and the stress she was going through these days wasn’t helping. Her husband had lost his job in the mines and her little boy had finally reached puberty.‘Sauron!’ she yelled. ‘Dinner’s ready!’‘In a minute!’ came his reply from downstairs. Two weeks ago, he had decided he didn’t like his old room anymore and moved his stuff to the basement. His dungeon, he called it.‘No, not in a minute. Right now!’ she yelled back. ‘You said "in a minute" five minutes ago!’She sighed and gave h
The Dur-a-CellEron stretched his back and tried to shift to a more comfortable position. By the light of the moon he could see the silhouette of the bridge ahead clearly now. Hundreds of torchflies swarmed around it, attracted by the reflection of the moon in the water below.He glanced at his friend, who seemed completely relaxed as always, swaying from side to side in his saddle while examining a black rod he had fetched from his backpack.“We’re almost at the bridge, Flar,” he grumbled. “Better put that away, whatever it is, and start paying some attention. Old World is right around the corner.”Flar looked at his companion a
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