Sifting through the dirt to get to the gold
“She died in my arms saying, “I don’t want to die.” That is what death is like. It doesn’t matter what uniforms the soldiers are wearing. It doesn’t matter how good the weapons are. I thought if everyone could see what I saw, we could never have war anymore.” Children in books or movies that... Continue Reading →
“‘Serial killers ruin families,’ shrugged Bob. ‘Corporate and political and religious psychopaths ruin economies. They ruin societies.’ We aren't all good people just trying to do good. Some of us are psychopaths. And psychopaths are to blame for this brutal, misshapen society. They’re the rocks thrown into the still pond.” Religious cult leaders… psychopaths, CEO’s... Continue Reading →
“The old man looked hard at the shotgun locked in place between them, aimed up at the sky, then raised his cup, took the longest drink in the history of long drinks. ‘Only one place to be if you’re Indian tonight,’ he said, and winked at Jim Doe. ‘Put your ear to the ground, you... Continue Reading →
"The next thing I remember is waking up. The thing I remember after that is thinking that for a guy who complains all the time about never getting any sleep, I sure wake up a lot." Self-preservation is a reality that Pietro Brnwa knows all too well. Growing up in northern New Jersey, Pietro was... Continue Reading →
“The pile of clothes from last week is still there, and it looks dustier and more forlorn than it did a few days ago. I read somewhere that a train can rip the clothes right off you when it hits. It’s not that unusual, death by train. Two to three hundred a year, they say,... Continue Reading →
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