http://www.fragmentstillstories.com/projects daily 1.0 2023-06-01 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/53937577e4b05aaa22143a87/1514651564589-K1R3M65Y93J5DOM4OIXN/Parched+%284873%29.jpg Fragments - Parched He should have let someone know that he was afraid of heights. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/53937577e4b05aaa22143a87/1524872802776-RVOYEU7SRB492VJGBR2Y/Maybe+Some+Other+Day+%28DSC0901-Edit-Edit_HDR.JPG Fragments - Maybe Some Other Day I can exit this merry-go-round by leaping off the carousel horse. I can jump from the float and leave the parade. I can pull out the nails and climb down from the prow. But not today. The mechanical horse needs the rider to spur it. The drab little float needs the prom queen to adorn it. The wind-blown schooner needs the figurehead to guide it. Perhaps tomorrow. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/53937577e4b05aaa22143a87/1514652311650-QZAOQ4TS4HEA75PGG6S1/Ridge+Runner+%284080%29.jpg Fragments - Ridge Runner I make moonshine. Some call it rotgut. Some call it a magic elixir. I don't care what you call it, as long as your cash is clean. I can't abide grubby money. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/53937577e4b05aaa22143a87/1524873588445-TPAHN00XVL2CUSYFNLU0/Princess+%283928%29.jpg Fragments - Princess I bring a message of peace and tolerance and truth. May it give you hope and provide you with the strength to resist the insidious tentacles of subversiveness and divisiveness that entangle and threaten to engulf our society. Go in love and awareness and tenacity. This message will self-destruct in five seconds. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/53937577e4b05aaa22143a87/1526769136208-NSUUVS4X6Y59TABQOXK6/Annabeth%2C+Berlin+1938+%28DSC0823-Edit-Edit-Edit.jpg Fragments - Annabeth, Berlin 1938 Scars will eventually heal, even those covering half a face. But utter rejection takes longer. Forgiveness is hard to find in a bucket of hateful epithets. But what if you shake the bucket to mix the contents, then tip it gently? Will love pour out? https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/53937577e4b05aaa22143a87/1577819916115-WD39GVM75S52RJIXTVC2/Vestige.jpg Fragments - Vestige https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/53937577e4b05aaa22143a87/1563152170926-HDH0B4PSJJKYZRE7JQO1/Unsettled+Girl+Wallpaper+%28DSC3410-Edit-Edit-Edit-Edit-Edit-Edit-Edit-Edit-Edit-Edit-Edit_HDR.JPG Fragments - Unsettled Girl Wallpaper Unsettled. That puts the situation mildly. No house, no car, no job. No friends, no family, no money. No dog, no cat, no bird. No shower, no clothes, no food. No shopping cart, no tote bag, no purse. No ID cards, no pawn tickets, no keys. No gum, no dice, no cigarettes. No security, no fidelity, no veracity. No where to go. No where to be. No way to live. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/53937577e4b05aaa22143a87/1577829428942-JGOLGGGCJ9UZZTQMZ727/Jesu+%28DSC4972-Edit-2_HDR.JPG Fragments - Avowal Sometimes your luck runs hot. Sometimes not. Take, for example, last Tuesday. You were out in the back meadow picking dandelions for a salad, when suddenly a tube of light beams down from a passing space ship and, suddenly, you find yourself transported to an ancient desert. Now, you originally thought that was a bad day when, in fact, it turned out to be the best day of your life. While you looked up into the sky, hoping to see the return of the space ship, you saw, instead, Jesu. Or rather Super Jesu, for he wore a cape (though somewhat frayed) and had a large yellow J sewn to his tunic. You suddenly had no wish to return home. For this, Lois, is your home. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/53937577e4b05aaa22143a87/1526684088468-LEPAG080ZBHKIEOWA938/Blue+Wood+Sprite+%28DSC1390-Edit-Edit_HDR-Edit-Edit-Edit_HDR.JPG Fragments - Blue Wood Sprite The foul air will soon kill me. The black, tarry fume has oozed from the cities that spawn such filth and found its way to my home, the last vestige of pristine forest left on the planet. Hidden even from foot travel, no human has glimpsed our little jewel. And now, carried to us by the wind, who we once thought a friend, we find we are not immune from the rapidly spreading cancer that eradicates everything its rotting tentacles care to touch. My delicate wings, and those of my cousin, Lysander, the comet moth, were the first to suffer. Once a majestic mode of transport, these shredded remains of brittle decaying matter now hang limply from my back. Dear Lysander fared much worse and is simply no more. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/53937577e4b05aaa22143a87/1591468378788-MAQMVFBL8WRHNRT0T2V1/Encumbrance.jpg Fragments Chandra can feel the shadow behind her, skulking. She’s felt it since leaving Jackson. She’d hoped the pall would be confined within that city's limits, that she could escape it. Not so, for here it is—her binary, her doppelgänger, her traveling companion. This caliginous yoke is a dead weight upon her shoulders, bearing down on her soul, crushing it. The burden of others’ guilt. She shouldn’t have to wear it. But the mantle, crown and scepter are hers. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/53937577e4b05aaa22143a87/1577817317203-NQFPDCU36VFOOZBTEIU6/Never+to+Return+%28DSC4052-Edit-Edit-Edit-Edit.jpg Fragments - Never To Return This place. I know it. Is this a scene from my waking life? Does that mean I'm dreaming right now? Or does it mean I'm dead? Have you ever felt it? That strong, insistent feeling you've been in a place before, but know goddamn well you really haven't. A previous life, maybe, when you walked the earth as someone else. And you're pretty certain that this someone else was a better person than you are now. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/53937577e4b05aaa22143a87/1514650502720-PATTNW1VYF3JD6JGILK0/1.Haughton-Portrait+of+a+Saloon+Girl.jpg Fragments - Portrait of a Saloon Girl 1876 was the year she became a widow with a small child. She had not wanted to journey west, but Frank had dreams of tilling his own land. Misfortune had traveled with them from the start; the tentacles of bad luck slowly tightening into an iron grip of disaster. In the end—wagon, livestock, husband—all gone. Now here she was, a gentlewoman with no kin or prospects, stranded alone in Deadwood. 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