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How It All Began

It started with a fear of water. Innocent enough. Bleeker and Davey, me, four years old, a kiddie pool, and a bucket. I coughed all night, and then came down with a cold. The cold became strep throat and I was sick for a week. That's the most vivid of my early memories: lying in bed, trying not to swallow. Hydrophobia: Fear of Water. Not to be confused with rabies. Also known as Aquaphobia. To this day, I don't swim. I don't like beaches, pools, lakes, or even large puddles. Taking a shower i… Continue

Added by aquafortis on March 1, 2008 at 5:06am — 1 Comment

Pulse

For a long time after, I had the same recurring dream.

The air currents pulled me through the tube, suction funneling me down under the water and along the seafloor. Green and blue light flickering on my skin. When I inhaled, it was like trying to breathe in a gust of wind. It was like a child's worst nightmare of a waterslide; a strange endless ride down an oversized birth canal that was twisted into reverse, a reverse evolution in which I was returning to the water of mankind's proto… Continue

Added by aquafortis on October 13, 2007 at 1:30am — 1 Comment

Nomad

My life was very different once, before I started to move.


Of course, I've been moving since I was a fertilized egg. I moved into my mother's womb, and only stayed nine months.


That was one of the longer stays I've had in my lifetime. My childhood was the longest. Ten years in one place. Then my parents divorc

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Added by aquafortis on September 29, 2007 at 12:49am — 2 Comments

The Ghost in the Room

Let me tell you a secret. Come here. Quickly now. Imagine it's just the two of us alone in a darkened theater, or a Gothic church at twilight; you with your silvery shawl wrapped around your shoulders, pulled tightly, the fringe just brushing the hairs on your arms, now covered in tiny goosebumps. Your feet bare.

And me with the easel, watching you with my paintbrush, sitting in front of the rows of chairs, or pews, because I am, in fact, the one who is on display for you. You watch me… Continue

Added by aquafortis on September 21, 2007 at 7:53pm — 2 Comments

The Chained Seven

They were called the Chained Seven. It was a story told to frighten little children, to keep them out of the forest and away from Donoby's Swamp. Behave, parents would say, or we'll leave you in the swamp for the Chained Seven. Don't stray too far from town; don't get lost in the woods, or the trapped ones might snare you and you'll join them in their watery tomb under the bog.

There was a real story behind the Chai

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Added by aquafortis on September 8, 2007 at 5:12am — 3 Comments

Gone but Not Forgotten

It started with H. Campbell. Social-climbing, thinking-he-was-better-than-everybody-else H. Campbell. Good old H. Campbell decided to upgrade and renovate every single aspect of his life, throwing away everything from 1970s velour chairs and Patrick Nagel posters to lava lamps and inflatable couches, putting it all in a pile next to the curb for the garbage pickup or the free-furniture scavengers, whoever got to it first. Not even the pretense of a yard sale for H. Campbell, no sir. And nothing… Continue

Added by aquafortis on August 25, 2007 at 7:33am — 4 Comments

Straight to Hell

The cracked digital readout in the car's dash showed eight minutes thirty-one seconds to go. It wasn't a lot of time. Not when you had to sprint across the no-man's-land outside the compound, vault the eight-foot chain-link fence, etherize the watchman before he got off duty, slip into the supply building, throw food and antiseptic into a sack, and get back out and into the car before the next shift of the night watch showed up and raised the alarm.

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Added by aquafortis on August 18, 2007 at 6:56am — 4 Comments

Your Courage, Your Cheerfulness, Your Resolution Will Bring Us Victory

It wasn't something she had a choice about forgetting. Blackout curtains hadn't hidden it; they weren't any better than the flimsy lace netting that her daughter had insisted on. Her daughter didn't understand.

It was noise and crashing and screams; it was the ominous absence of noise. And then, the absence of more than noise--the irregular emptiness left by someone who was no longer there.

Of course, she didn't live out there any more, in the "Old Country" as h
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Added by aquafortis on July 7, 2007 at 6:52am — 4 Comments

Blind

Note: This week's inspiration is a non-photo. Read more about that here.

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It was a day like any other day. I got up, brushed my teeth, had a bowl of corn flakes in the quiet kitchen. I read the news, which was the usual: a few more heroic deaths from patriotic causes, a spate of kittens rescued from trees by helpful firefighters, and an unexpected twin windfall of early citrus fruContinue

Added by aquafortis on June 17, 2007 at 7:38pm — 4 Comments

The Nature of Certainty?

If I wrote a word. If I wrote many words and the words meant something.

If a person in the opposite hemisphere drove to work in a beat-up junker; if they did this every day for twenty years so that their children could graduate from school and leave for the other hemisphere.

If a beau
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Added by aquafortis on June 17, 2007 at 7:07pm — 2 Comments

Downfield


They told me not to go near it. The old barn at the bottom of the field wasn't a good place for children. I was fourteen, but small for my age. The hulking farmworkers and their tall, willowy wives assumed that I, with my small frame and pixie-like short hair, was much younger, since I was the height of theContinue

Added by aquafortis on June 5, 2007 at 12:22am — 4 Comments

At the Top

Ezra

"Huffin' and puffin' and blowin' your house down," Scott Mason said, grabbing a protruding part of the rock with his right hand and pulling himself up to the top of the boulder with sheer brute strength.

"Damn straight." We were all three of us out of breath. I was in the best shape, because I use the climbin

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Added by aquafortis on May 26, 2007 at 8:37am — 4 Comments

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