An Empty Vessel and Broken

This is interesting. I don’t remember it at all but I feel almost certain it must have reflected whatever was happening on that day in 2011. -AS An Empty Vessel and Broken Originally posted on a 6s community, February 14, 2011 at 9:40am The reporters use it as the symbol of a shattered people; academics use it as a metaphor for…

The Right to Be Forgotten: Seventy-Eight

E doesn’t enter the warehouse, but the mood within is electric. “Congratulations!” Stipple yells. He’s drinking. “Thanks!” I yell back. The music beats on the metal walls. “Is the bill what we’re celebrating?” “Not entirely,” he shouts and motions to meet at the door. We dissolve into the late-night city sounds beyond the impressively insulated warehouse. “She got them all…

My Soul to Starve or Feed

Good to remember -AS My Soul to Starve or Feed Originally posted on a 6s community, July 12, 2011 at 12:19pm Soul Starving Rules without relationship Expectation without respect Need without relent Take without give Bitter without sweet Death without life Soul Feeding The antitheses of starving Freedom after imprisonment, body or mind or self Mutuality, a meeting of minds Creation…

On a Random Wednesday

Flash stories are a great mode of journaling for me. -AS On a Random Wednesday Originally posted on a 6s community, February 24, 2011 at 10:47am The door bell rang, and I rushed to open it ahead of the littles running with plastic swords taller than their bodies; the ladies Bible class sent a heart-covered bag with odds and ends and…

Campus in August

Who can resist campus in the fall? Not I. -AS Campus in August Originally posted on a 6s community, August 19, 2010 at 9:58am Sunlight dapples the carpet of grass, lined as it is with color bursts of ornamental foliage. Energy is palpable, erupting through every pore as first-semester youth and the fire-baptized unite along lines of commonality, especially if the…

The Right to Be Forgotten: Seventy-Seven

I am genuinely speechless. “Your car,” Victoriana says, returning to her usual briskness. Then I am in the car and she is out of sight. E sits across from me, utterly unknowable. “I never doubted your capabilities,” E says. “Victoriana did, but I won. I always win.” Her voice remains pliable with no harsh edges. “You do, don’t you?” “Did…

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