Storygram #135
He stumbled through the field, denying his body its right to shut down from the blood loss. His enemy had thought it more satisfying to watch him struggle for life, rather than finish the deed.
Storygram #134
I wanted to see the launch, but I didn’t want to feel it. The thunder of those propulsion engines carried the risk of pounding into my heart the fear I was working so hard to push out.
Storygram #133
He had been raking for an hour, making mound after mound, but his grandson’s jumping enthusiasm seemed to only be increasing. Watching the child play kindled a long forgotten memory that he had abandoned decades ago—youth.
Storygram #132
Joel shook his head. He didn’t like that Jake had a tendency to become attached, ascribing emotions to each automaton that were impossible for it to actually experience. Intentionally demonstrating his indifference, Joel tossed the head into the air to give it a further plummet into the hole.
Storygram #131
Had her husband not perished in the mining accident the previous year, he would be filling her home with laughter and music from his guitar while she knitted and waited on the oven to ding. But silence is all that filled her home now.