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Ch. 1 The Analog Man Part 1I do not know how long it has been since my escape, but they watch me very closely. The trees pass by on either side of the vehicle while I stare at the center of the road. My home has trees. Perhaps it's the dome and the molecules don't move fast enough or perhaps it is a chemical reaction, but it has trees.
I haven't felt such strong emotions since then and I don't know whether I'd want to. I can't believe how many trees there are. So this is how a forest is, it looks completely different on a television, I'm not sure how to explain it, but it does. They are watching me, up in the sky, I think, observing, wondering what I will do next.
Rat In The HoleHide,
They will find you
You're in The Hole
Where you always are
They're not happy
You telling the warden
What they have been doing
For the past year
They hate getting in trouble and
They're about to make sure
They never do again
Eight cats will have fun
By A Fellow Inmate
P.S. It ain't gonna be pleseant.
The Order of the Birds IntroFull Title - The Order of the Birds Shall in Turn Kill the Owl
He sat there in complete darkness, waiting, waiting. He meditated, listening for anything that would indicate something. Finally, the door at the other side of the room opened and behind it stood the silhouette of a man. He opened his eyes. It was clear that this man was wearing a business suit, glasses probably shades, he looked fairly muscular and had a short haircut. This man closed the door behind him again enveloping the room in complete darkness.
He heard the footsteps come closer and closer to him and finally stopped straight in front of him. He stood up and the man said
Mollie's Ribbons I grew up in a small town just a few dozen miles from the closest water sourcea slowly shrinking aquifer that squatted underneath the seat of Thompson County, our neighborly border. Fortunately, we hadn't yet been quite as devastated by our annual droughts as those in Oklahoma and Texas. Rumors would occasionally drift in with a tumbleweed traveler about how bad the deep South had dried up into nothing but an old dusty lake bed, but these flashes of news were too few and too far between to be counted on as up to date or even true.
Once, I heard one of my distant cousins, a boy by the name of Harold, was said to have been caug
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