Hook a fish, and she’ll fight for her freedom. Remove her from seawater and she’s like a person pulled down into crushing dark where she’ll thrash for breath.
He took a bite of Mrs. Higginbottom’s cheese scone—it was magnificent, robust, and slightly stale—and then he began to laugh, a loud, raw sound that was immediately swallowed by the perfect, liberating silence of the winter storm.
Disoriented, the albino bull looked back. Shadows hovered like ghosts in a harrowing dream. Some seemed to pass through him. He twitched. It awakened in him a distant memory he had no desire to know.
We passed through the alleys with our sweat-soaked backpacks, past ten live chickens in a single cage, past animal organs soaking in red vinegar preservatives, past smiling grandmothers sitting on the same stool they’ve sat upon for two hundred years.
I learned early that “rebellious” actions and opinions weren’t welcome. By 1968 when I started church high school, I was indoctrinated with sexual shame, self-examination and repentance, and placing the “domestic sphere”—marriage, homemaking, motherhood—above serious plans for a career.
Revelation begins with a cry for retribution, the fourth seal is the rider of death followed closely, immediately by Hades, the nightmare of the first three, the savagery of man slaughtering man.
You can imagine a pastor who is neither young nor old, his appearance is similar to a schoolteacher, simple yet sly, he knows everyone here, even those not yet born, he feels a certain weariness from knowing them too well and from having nowhere else to go.
Dizzied and calmed, Justin resized the browser window and opened a new one, arranging them side-by-side. He began shopping for Stingray Corvettes with one eye while monitoring the pump.fun dashboard with the other.
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