The screaming had stopped hours ago. Eliza stared at the wreckage scattered across the beach, her designer blouse now torn and stained with blood that wasn't hers. The setting sun cast long shadows across the white sand, transforming the debris into monstrous silhouettes. Seventeen survivors had dragged themselves from the ocean after Flight 2783 went … Continue reading Beneath the Surface
Flight
Flight
A chill ran down my spine as I stood at the edge of the precipice, peering into the abyss below. The wind whistled through the canyon, carrying with it the unmistakable scent of adventure. My heart raced as I took a deep breath, preparing for what lay ahead. Flight. I had always been drawn to … Continue reading Flight
Sunday Scribblings #135
Welcome to Sunday Scribblings on The Confusing Middle! Each Wednesday I’ll provide you, my blogging friends, with a new prompt. Once you see what the prompt of the week is, head over to your blog and write something in response. There are no rules for what you write. It can be fiction. It can be non-fiction. It … Continue reading Sunday Scribblings #135
Traveling to and from Istanbul (Not Constantinople)
I've been led to believe that international flights are basically a crap shoot. I should probably count myself lucky that we not only got to Istanbul but made it back home without any serious incidents. Wait, I think that makes it sound like we were a group with "international incident" written all over us. We … Continue reading Traveling to and from Istanbul (Not Constantinople)
Flying from Florida
And that was that. I'm back at home now. I'm sitting on my bed, which dips in the middle. The hotel bed didn't do that. The hotel bed supported me very nicely. And the sheets were clean. Every night. I can't remember the last time I changed the sheets on my bed. I'm kidding. I … Continue reading Flying from Florida
Flying to Florida
This morning, I began a journey. It began in my home of Blacksburg, Virginia. It ended in Orlando, Florida. A lot has happened today. As I write these words, it's late at night and I have, at this point, been awake for about 20 hours. I've had longer stretches without sleep. But sleep is calling … Continue reading Flying to Florida
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