Cliffhanger
GOD LAUGHS LAST, pt. 5
I got an idea. First, I bundled Beanie inside the blankets, like a burrito, then waited until the men’s footsteps pounded up the stairs to kick in the door. Quietly opening the window above the porch roof, I climbed out, hanging onto the window frame, hauling my shaking little girl behind me in the blanket burrito. I hated heights. Hated them with a passion.
By Tina D'Angeloabout a year ago in Chapters
The War of the Americas - Chapter II
Part I of this series can be found here. "Fuck Dom, that's Tijuana alright, and San Ysidro crossing has been totally fucking destroyed. How could we have not heard anything? or seen anything?" Dom considered the question briefly before responding "Don't know babe, my guess is must have been a cruise missile strike likely from a sea based destroyer off of San Diego. If it had been an airstrike surely we would have heard the jets." That was a question for another day, right now a more pressing concern was on Dom's mind, and he guessed Sylvia would have the exact same immediate concern. "How do you think Mexico is going to react baby?" Dom asked already knowing the answer, but hoping she might surprise him. "Not well Dom, not fucking well." Within minutes she was proven correct as breaking news coming from multiple sources indicated that Mexico had declared it was now officially at war with the United States having been attacked without provocation. That news was troublesome to say the least but what came next, was a thing they did not expect, but perhaps should have, and it caused the fear level in them both to rise to new levels. Mexico had declared all US citizens living in Mexico enemy combatants and ordered their immediate arrest and detention. Immigration records had already been pulled, both Dom and Sylvia were registered as temporary residents of Mexico, and national guard and regular military had already been deployed to the addresses on file to begin rounding up Americans. "Fuck babe. We need to act now. They could be here to arrest us at any minute."
By Everyday Junglistabout a year ago in Chapters
GOD LAUGHS LAST, pt. 4
"Put your seat belt on, this instant!" I ordered as the truck slammed into the back bumper, sending Beanie through the air and landing her onto the cleaning tub behind the seat. She was in shock and very quiet but, I could do nothing to help her. My heart was breaking at the same time it was pounding out of my chest.
By Tina D'Angeloabout a year ago in Chapters
GOD LAUGHS LAST, pt. 1
Katie's swim lessons began today at Leisure Camp Honey Pot, which left poor Beanie with no one to watch her. She tagged along with me while I cleaned the campground bathrooms, cabins, and off-site cottages. I'd been working for the Godfreys at their camp all summer, nearing my goal of saving a down payment on the trailer down the road.
By Tina D'Angeloabout a year ago in Chapters
The War of the Americas - Chapter I
When Sylvia saw the look of distress etched across the narrow lines of her husbands face as he turned from his phone to gaze up at her, she immediately knew the next words to come out of his mouth were not going to be good. "Shit babe, I can't believe it. I can't fucking believe it. That son of a bitch, actually fucking did it, fuck, fuck, fuck. We are screwed here Syl, Trump just bombed Tijuana." Sylvia's heart dropped in her chest. It took her a few seconds to process what she had heard, stunned was the understatement of the century. "Shit Dom, are you sure? Are you certain? What's the source? Maybe it's a mistake, or propaganda?" "It's no mistake hon I have video footage right here. I am looking at it right now." Dom, spoke more gently now after hearing the fear in his wife's voice. He was scared too, very scared, but when Sylvia got scared, he got terrified, because it took a lot to shake her, and this news clearly had. He beckoned her over to sit beside him, and she moved quickly to his side putting one arm around his neck and over his shoulder using him like a swing to maneuver herself into her seat next to him. The warmth and love between them was evident in that moment revealed in the comfortableness of their physical interactions even in such highly stressful circumstances. She stared at the screen of the phone Dom had placed between them and saw smoke clouds rising above the border wall near San Ysidro crossing, the largest and busiest land border crossing in the world connecting the countries of Mexico and the United States just south of San Diego, California. Formerly largest, given what had just happened, Dom thought to himself. Additional footage showed the remains of the crossing itself which had been reduced to rubble and ash along both the Mexican and US sides of the border. The screams of the dead and dying could be heard above the wail of sirens. Mercifully, the strike must have happened in the middle of the night, probably between 2am and 4am local time. That was when the San Ysdiro crossing was slowest, but slow for a place like San Ysdiro still meant potentially hundreds to thousands of border crossers both on foot and by car, not to mention the hundreds of US and Mexican border agents working both sides of the crossing. What about the US CBP agents? she wondered. Had they been tipped off about the strike and evacuated? Likely that would have sent alarm bells ringing along the Mexican side so sadly she guessed, correctly it turned out, that they had not been informed, and instead had been deemed acceptable losses for the greater good. President Trump would call them war heroes for their sacrifice, but a sacrifice made without any choice, is no sacrifice at all she thought. It would also later be revealed that Trump had wanted to strike at the height of rush hour to maximize the impact, but had been talked out of it by his Generals who wisely counseled that the loss of innocent American lives would be so high it might lead to mass defections among the troops and possible insurrection in the military itself. Fortunately, Sylvia knew nothing of this at the time, and, as upset as she was by those thoughts, she also knew that the loss of a few hundred border patrol agents could be nothing more than an footnote in a war that might cost tens, or hundreds of thousands or even millions of lives should things spiral out of control.
By Everyday Junglistabout a year ago in Chapters
The dark side of love
Or dark side of love: or que nadie habla, but everyone needs to know Love is often portrayed as beautiful and wonderful, a feeling that illuminates our lives and makes us feel complete. However, love also has a dark side that is rarely discussed. Love can be painful, frustrating and sometimes even destructive. In this article, we’ll explore the dark side of love and what no one talks about but everyone needs to know.
By Jaime comeabout a year ago in Chapters
The true art of seduction
The true art of seduction: how to conquer the love of your life Seduction is an art that many people want to master. However, the true art of seduction is not about games or manipulation techniques. It’s about being authentic, confident and captivating. In this article, we’ll explore the keys to mastering the true art of seduction and winning the love of your life
By Jaime comeabout a year ago in Chapters
unsubscribed.
7:00 Am Literal zombies get more sleep than I did last night. I’m not going to lie, getting that text message completely freaked me out. I had been restless all night, and after an already unusually stressful day previous, I was completely racked when I woke up. I forced myself to sit up.
By Alys Revnaabout a year ago in Chapters
To all my fellow creators
Why do you share your work and journey with your social network? Nobody cares about what you do in your life. ⏩This! How often do we come across this statement? The argument for instant gratification that we gain while sharing glimpses or content about our journeys being detrimental for us, in the long run, is completely valid. The validation that we crave from external realms often stems from a lower sense of self-esteem.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Chapters
Worth the Wait Part5. Top Story - July 2024. Content Warning.
“God, please let me live to tell the story." Crystal was just about to take the exit to Spring Oaks and she could already see the streetwalkers scattered about. Good thing it was early morning, so daylight was on her side. She slowly merged to the exit and simultaneously pulled out the picture of the witness. It was a mug shot, so it was clear of any blurs. Chuck Richardson. “OK, Chuck, where are you?”
By Crystal Caneabout a year ago in Chapters
