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Entries for date "August 2017"

Stephen King's Writing Challenge — Honest With Me

 The following is based on Stephen King's writing challenge in his book, "On Writing." Short summary is that he describes a marriage where the couple starts out happily enough, but after a couple of years (and a couple of kids) it's clear that he is paranoid — accusing the wife of infidelity and conspiracy —  and abusive — injuring all, including the children. Eventually, he gets sent to prison, but breaks out and surprises his wife when she is at home, alone (the kids are somewhere else, it doesn't matter where). He then twists the tale by reversing the genders.

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She Wanted Peace

She wanted peace, at least that's what she said, but from the suspicious and bitter look on his face you could easily tell that this peace was not to be had. Her face had a pleading look about it, as if she were hoping that she could be believed, if only one more time, if only he could be swayed. She didn't need much, if only she could get him to listen.

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In Town

The left turn was sharp, too sharp. She always felt that, but there was nothing to be done about it. Not only was it sharp, but the road was sloped wrong. It forced you downhill and was sloped against a turn. They wouldn't redo the roads just for her benefit. No. It didn't matter how dangerous it was either: there had to be at least one accident on that corner every few months, sometime more often than that. No one seemed to wonder though, if maybe spending a hint more on making the roads better would save people.

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Silence Heartbeat (Spacefarer - 1)

The cabin was dark, and Tom Garret was asleep. He was warmed and comforted by ever-present hum of the the ship. Even while the ship was on its long glide, her reactor let out a sinusoidal pulse, embracing the crew in a warm and steady heartbeat.

Spacefarers knew this sound and loved this sound. It brought the feeling of kinship with their vessel. It was the sound of security in a massive and empty void, of their bubble of safety in the millions of miles of emptiness between them and their destination.

So when the reactor developed a murmur, Tom stirred. It was subtle. It may be hard to notice one extra beat among the thousands. It was too easy for a conscious mind to ignore such a shift and simply dismiss the unevenness as a mistake in perception. But a sleeping mind can sour, and Tom's did. 

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