WreckageThey met in an abandoned subway station, under charred earth and exploding skies. Breathless from running down the stairs, she panted softly in the eerie silence. He was sitting amidst made-in-the-US army packs and dismantled guns. She wore Red Army stars.Wreckage
"What's your name?"
"Elena."
Faintly heard gunfire.
"Wait with me."
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"For what?"
"The end..."
Remembrance DayEarly morning, the distant drone of drums Calls up mud-coated nightmares of Verdun. Muted horrors explode in disbelief Of limbs and blood and faces buried deep.Remembrance Day
Shells dropping near your trench in avalanche Slam great fists into the earth like play-dough. Trembling, you burrow into humid walls And wait – 'til death strikes with a drowning BOOM!
Gasp! Head ringing still from the cruel sound, You press your temples in hope of stopping The heavy pounding of your blood – shouting
"Stop knocking! It's the bloody middle of
… The night." Word
Learning to BreatheTo sing, you must breathe…Learning to Breathe
Like that?
No, no, no, you've got it all wrong! Listen well! Breathing is essential – hand flat on your stomach, first you must exhale the tension, out fro
Race"Martha!" I turned. "Help!" My brother was running towards me, a furious Doberman on his heels. I swore, grabbed his wrist and ran for life. "What did you do?" I asked when we reached the car, gesturing for him to get in. He clambered on, breathless. "Nothing, I swear!" We laughed all the way home.Race
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"Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia." --E.L. Doctorow.
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Me: How would you know, you don't have a watch.
Death: ...touché.
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