Month: January 2019

Mytwosentences 203 (Dying To Know 26)

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After a mindful glance side to side, Allie spun around, quickly dropped to meet the sand, and guided her hand along the brittle edge of the wispy grass for a possible prehension of the fanning warm air.

Now able to process something like this {I don’t think the friggin grass has stopped swaying for a bloody second}, she realized the tall grass on the hummock was actually moving independent of the warm air flow; and without so much as another thought, began to crawl within.

(Written by Edward Roads)

Mytwosentences 202 (Dying To Know 25)

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Thousands of kilometers away, a solitary woman, clad in isle simplicity, felt, smelled, and harvested the opulent vegetation of her self-sustaining fortress in the deadly North Atlantic; known to all, including those no longer with us, as Brigadoon.

Here, Allie, with reddening nose adrip and crusty right arm in need of medical attention, moved inspectively closer to the carved ‘shill d19’ on the massive table… that’s when she became aware of a warm air current blowing on the back of her legs.

(Written by Edward Roads)

Mytwosentences 201 (Dying To Know 24)

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As her stomach grumbled and her ice cold ears heard clarsach-like sounds wafting from the tall grass, Allie’s bloodshot eyes attempted to focus on a jarring kaleidoscope of unrecognizable script, perhaps ancient in form, strewn about the table’s entirety.

The goosebump chill of the night was settling in and her visible breath made it challenging to see, but a muffled bell began to ring somewhere in the distant storage unit of Allie’s mind when she happened upon a single, legible inscribe… ‘Shill d19’.

(Written by Edward Roads)

Mytwosentences 200 (Dying To Know 23)

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STAVE II

A moonlit fog confronted the darkness in the quietude of the shoreline, and began an unnaturally steady, almost sinister roll… which appeared to gather itself as it crept inland.

Like a child that was at once afraid of what was under the bed, but also curious, Allie Carraig, with her back to the sea, carefully leaned closer to the mysterious table and opened her eyes.

(Written by Edward Roads)