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WWW #18 – Forgive Me – Text #2


Instead of You

by B. 


Always there for one another.

Born a day apart from each other,

A thousand steps. A block away.

A bond stronger than anyone can say.


We were nothing alike. Yet, when we were together,

We were two peas in a pod. At six, we pinky swore

We’d have each other’s back. No matter what.

Life went on, and thirty years later. Continue reading

WWW # 16 – Partners in Crime – Text #3


Letter to the Sheriff

By B.


People think we are just wicked and mean,

But we are desperate.

We have never seen anything come our way.


People think we are lazy and we cannot shoulder hard work,

Nor long cold hours staring at a moving screen.

Clearly they have never planned a coup.


I have been sitting by this house for days,

Trying to establish a pattern, a routine of some kind,

But there is nothing predictable about these guys.


I feel like I am wasting my time.

This short will never happen. We are lacking data,

And manpower to make sure it is safe.


There is always a risk. The key is to minimize it.

The best guys in the business

Hell, the best in history are born planners.

Continue reading

A Pathway To Your Soul (11)

Letter #11 – Realization

By Hailie Andersen

Saturday, March 7th, 2054, Intensive Care Facility, Rockham-Sakbir, Jail County


My Lakhi,

You are in a coma. They took me to you and I met your professor Jehr. He is the scientist in charge of your recovery.

You got two things right about him. He is a professor. He seems to be trying to help you. However he is indeed working for the government, or for whoever runs those labs. He is not his own man.

I am still shocked by the sight of you in that bed. I got to touch your hand and feel your warmth. Continue reading

A Pathway To Your Soul (10)

Letter #10 – Hospitalized

By Hailie Andersen


Friday, March 6th, 2054, ITF Quarters, Rockham-Sakbir, Jail County


My Lakhi,

I saw a picture of you in my file today. A picture of you the way you described yourself in your nightmare… With those tubes and all… I am confused. Just as confused as you were yesterday. There is something so wrong about this whole society. I am disgusted. I wish they would just stop their games and take me to you. I don’t know what to do. I have no way to figure out my next move. Continue reading

A Pathway to Your Soul (9)

Letter #9 – Anchored

By Hailie Andersen


Thursday, March 5th, 2054, ITF Quarters, Rockham-Sakbir, Jail County


My Lakhi,

You are so beautiful. All of you is comfort. You are such a peaceful soul by nature. Seeing your pretty face distorted by pain, seeing loss turning your traits into those of a threatened, frightened creature, all alone in that small room just tore my heart to pieces.

Your face looks like it has aged years in a couple of days. I know you would not like to hear this. Still, I feel like I have to, I need to tell you that I see you. You know I will love you in fifty years, when you look old and withered on the outside, because with everyday that passes your soul is expanding, blossoming, harboring ever brighter colors on the inside. Continue reading