“A Time for War, a Time for Peace”

>>>Previous blog<<< His little face crumpled up like a paper bag and he started wailing at the top of his wee little lungs, there in your shaking arms, crying for your mother. She encouraged you to continue to try holding him, it was good practice for when you eventually became a mother yourself. You asked

“Capital Murder”

>>>Previous blog<<< >>>See this blog for reference<<< “Sometimes I think evil is a tangible thing – with wave lengths, just as sound and light have.” – Richard Connell, “The Most Dangerous Game,” 1932 When the housing subdivision, Buckeye Sunrise Estates, was built in 2033, they broke ground right where you buried Grandpa in the storage

“The Sweet Sound of Ripping a Throat Out”

>>>Previous blog<<< >>>See this blog for reference<<< It didn’t mean anything at the time, but when looking back, he saw the symbolism behind the gesture, and realized it meant much more than what would likely be interpreted on the surface by simple observation. It was much deeper than that, and he understood it was something

“There is No Fear in Love”

>>> Previous blog<<< “Are you okay to walk from here?” He asked you, his hand at the small of your back ready to prop you up again if you should falter. You still felt a little wobbly, but you were determined to walk again, and you did before you collapsed, so you know it’s possible.

“Shadowgazing”

>>>Previous blog<<< “If you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.” – Friedrich Nietzsche Deep slumber wasn’t natural in your state, but when it came, you were its slave, and it was then you were able to visualize something you felt was coming, and was bigger than anyone anticipated it would be.

“Lazy Susan”

>>>Previous blog<<< Lights blazing in her face, the newscaster read from the teleprompter with purpose and urgency, her stoic expression emotionless and unchanging as she aired the video Layla published on the internet, and described who police were looking for. You looked at Layla for a second and shook your head as she laughed, then

“Xzavier”

>>>Previous blog<<< As though you had never known another love in your life, you felt like you only saw Dr. Popov, like he was the only man in the world. “Xzavier,” you say his name slowly, like he said yours the first time you met. “Remember when you said you like Cassandra better than Cassie?”

“The Day She Went Away”

>>>PREVIOUS BLOG, CLICK HERE!<<< “Momma, wait!” You cried after her, running down the driveway, tears running down your face. Your sister was in the front seat with her, and they drove away from your Dad’s trailer so fast, they left a cloud of dust behind them large enough to completely hide they were even driving

“Fade to Black”

>>>PREVIOUS BLOG, CLICK HERE!<<< >>>SEE THIS BLOG FOR REFERENCE<<< “They are not dead who live in the hearts they leave behind.” – Tuscarora Packing up the bus, your rental car, and Victor’s 2036 Chevy Tahoe, you all decided to go to Quartzsite, planning to drop the cars off after you were able to find an

“Ostashkov”

>>>PREVIOUS BLOG, CLICK HERE!<<< >>>SEE THIS BLOG FOR REFERENCE<<< He rushed over to you as fast as he could, but by the time Dr. Popov got to you, you collapsed onto the floor. You passed out, and he looked you over, livid after seeing the bruises and cuts on your face. Picking you up and