A murky haze with an unusual motion, like wobbly air in the abyss of a scorching desert, finally began to dissipate underneath Allie’s fluttering eyelids.
As a towering and rotund silhouette came into focus above her, Allie quickly realized she was not only flat on her back, but her right arm was in excruciating pain.
(Photo by Edward Roads)
(Written by Edward Roads)
The air is quiet… spotted gray sea birds dangerously race up and down the deep and jagged cliff lines that stoically fringe emerald green rolling landscapes.
An endless and vibrant blue sky seems to govern the soft tidal splash which tickles tiny round stones lying near the top of the pristine berm… Wait, where.. is it.. going…
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(Written by Edward Roads)
In this night’s nightmare, buffalos were roaming and the sky was glowing and the upside down made every unfortunate sunrise sideways.
The cramped room, which none of us wanted, was hot and without atmosphere, and that made the lack of water even more intolerable than the last sip of last night’s cheap whiskey.
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Written by Edward Roads
(Continued from Mytwosentences 168)
The walk toward the cab was slow, actually umbrella in the wind discombobulated, but Preston pressed on with eyes wide.
The clomp of his backward progress seemed similar to that of Frankenstein’s monster in a cool movie he watched only yesterday…then he saw the thing that would change his life.
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Summoning courage I had only known from campy tales with unconvincing characters, I hobbled over to the bulkhead door and haphazardly slid-open an unexpectedly loose deadbolt lock.
After flipping on a rusty, insufficient patio light, I stepped into the thick air of a perfectly still and obscenely quiet nightscape that provided a touch of solace, until the open door behind me slammed shut.
(Continued from Mytwosentences 134)
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Written by Edward Roads
The yellow and brown flowered comforter on the queen bed closely matched the drawn drapes at the open window next to a single reclining chair.
Straight line shadows on a plain painted wall scream silently from the spot where only yesterday bad motel art secreted an exquisite sixteenth century frame.
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Written by Edward Roads
Needing to make my way about the basement, I attempted to suppress escalating fear but that noise was constantly grinding away within me.
Although it lasted only a couple of seconds, the clatter sounded a little too much like a stubborn tree trunk being forced into a hungry wood chipper.
(Continued from Mytwosentences 42)
Written by Edward Roads
I needed a moment as I gathered myself while leaning against a cold cellar wall.
My internal compass began to work when I froze in my tracks because for the first time time since I was upstairs, I heard the noise again.
(Continued from Mytwosentences 41)
Written by Edward Roads
Why did I hear the door slam since I was the only one home?
I quickly decided I would wipe my brow, not fall down in the blood, and pick up my confidence enough to walk forward in complete darkness.
(Continued from Mytwosentences 38)
Written by Edward Roads
I managed to hit the back wall and get a small cut above my left eye which bled onto the concrete floor.
Then, bleeding in the darkness, I heard the door at the top of the stairs slam shut!
(Continued from Mytwosentences 36)
Written by Edward Roads
My steps came slow and unsteady as if I were carefully walking through unfamiliar territory.
First one then another, tiny and without direction, moving toward… looking for… I just didn’t know.
(Continued from Mytwosentences 32)
Written by Edward Roads
Scattered thoughts were laden with the unknown as I desperately clung to a rapidly fading glimmer of confidence.
With a dusty dry mouth and outstretched sleepwalking-like arms, I reflexively swallowed and began moving forward.
(Continued from Mytwosentences 28)
Written by Edward Roads
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