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HitchhikingMy legs ache from walking, and it's too cold tonight. It's been cold every night lately, but right now I swear I can feel my blood freezing inside me. I need a new jacket badly, maybe one without so many holes in it. Nothing in sight moves, and I sigh.Hitchhiking by ~blue-isotropic
It's always lonely standing by the side of the road in the dark like this, but I do it anyway. I need to get to Michigan, don't I? No money, no car, no family to go visit, but I travel anyway. It makes me feel free, and it's better than staying in the same city all my life. So right now, my goal is Michigan. Someone once told me it's nice there, and I don't have any better ideas. It’s a
Photographs, Cigarettes, ImmortalsPhotographs-Photographs, Cigarettes, Immortals by ~blue-isotropic
Ishiah doesn't much like paintings. Artists tend to bend the things they paint too much to their own liking for the finished product to be pure and real. He'd rather remember things exactly as they are, and cameras do that perfectly. He loves cameras, because they preserve precious memories so completely, but... cameras hate him. Whenever he tries to take a picture, it comes out terribly, and this always upsets him a little. It makes him wonder if maybe someone's trying to tell him something.
After a good while of watching him struggle with the camera and trying not to laugh, Robin will always offer to do it for him. Ishiah nev
RatsWhen I was a little girl, I went to church. Our church was an illegal one: the building was unregistered.Rats by ~blue-isotropic
We would sit on the benches made from stolen floorboards and listen to a man dressed in black as he read us tales of angels coming to save righteous men from evil, their swords clean and their trumpets blaring.
The man dressed in black was old. He was sick. His Bible was missing pages.
One day in March, my mother turned to me and said clearly, "Masha, I want you to remember something for when you grow up." Maybe she knew she was dying. "God loves murderers."
I just looked up at her, thumb in my mouth. My mother was still a beautiful w
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