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popping podsLittle popping pods.
A simple little pinch
and the seeds rocket out, and the skin resends.
We find a field of them, and revoke to a basic fascination.
Slightest touch or tightest grasp,
whether we squeeze the pods or shake the plant,
we find a way to cause them to curl up,
satisfy our search for shock and awe for a split second,
seeing the seed wriggle out reluctantly,
or fly out with full force in a silent explosion,
be it with a delay and dissapointment,
dead on with our expectations,
or a random outburst to be met with an outburst of amusement.
White tip, green tip, large and small,
we experiment and observe,
which does what,
to feed a hunger for knowledge and excitement.
We spot little ladybirds, beautiful and bright,
and admire their delicate originality,
as we bash down their habitats to get to those blasting buds.
A wasp stings one of us, a warning that we would be wise to stop.
We laugh it off and continue on.
Even mother joins in, quick to find amazement.
Father frowns of cour
AerosolIt has been a day and a half since the crash, and I have found a cabin. In some ways, this is a relief. I don’t know if I could face another night on the mountain without shelter. Outside, a fire does no good: the heat simply travels upwards. However, this place also raises some difficult questions. I estimate that I’ve put eight miles between myself and the crash site. I don’t know if this will be enough. It Saving...
occurs to me that I don’t really know anything.
The survival manual recommends staying with the plane. It explains that this affords the best chance of rescue. It explains that the wreckage offers warmth and shade. It explains that seventy percent of pilots who stay are located within three days, while seventy percent of those who leave are
Stuck The car sputtered and shook as it came to an almost silent stop. The engine had gone silent as the horn beeped loudly through the dark night. The orange gas light blinked mockingly at the woman behind the wheel. It was making fun of her; she knew it was making fun of her. Grabbing the black cellular phone on the passenger seat, she looked at it with full intention of calling somebody to come help her.
“Oh, what the hell?!”
The “no service” sign was mocking her at the same exact time. The horn beeped loudly as she slammed her head against it once again. The day was out to get her in general. She had arrived at all her classes late, and her son was sick with the flu. The babysitter was able to watch him as she went to her late night classes. Giving a heavy sigh, she lifted her head off the wheel to look out the window. Drops of water pooled on the windshield as rain started to fall in a pitter-patter pattern. She didn’t quite understand the message th
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