Kraków — Jagiellonian University Archive - May, 2014 The room smelled like paper and dust and something older he didn’t have a word for. Lukas sat in a wooden chair that was a little too tall for him, his feet not quite touching the floor, gently swinging without him noticing. The table in front of …
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Surprise-Guilt-Fear-Frustration-Grief-Rage-Life-Guilt. A Cycle
I'd been down this path before. In my dreams, usually in my nightmares. So when it hit, recognition flared, but it didn’t stop so it was a nightmare but not the right kind. When we’d walked in, I’d been chatting with Felix about the scoring and options from the session today. I just didn’t understand …
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Loneliness
He moved around the greenhouse, mixing some fresh fertilizer for some of the vegetable plants he had planted a few weeks ago. It was never going to be massive treasure trove of fresh food, but, a couple of meals worth of each vegetable, maybe enough corn to last several days when it got here, and …
Non-Standard Notification
The fifth floor of the newly built apartment complex was not high enough to drown out the sirens of the passing ambulance, likely on its way to the slightly older emergency clinic down the street. The curtains of the balcony drifted lightly on the breeze, the coolness of the evening wafting occasionally towards the bed. …
Evolution
“Ok, then, Lukas, you stay here by the door, help the hostages, and if anyone gets hurt, then you zap 'em. Right, ok? On the count of three.” All that ran through my mind was that I hate violence, this was stupid, we were going to die, damn Barbe is bossy, this is stupid...I should …
Last Dreams 