Ain't that a Kick in the Head: Part Two by Rungok, literature
Literature
Ain't that a Kick in the Head: Part Two
Bright light flared, and I heft my arm up to shield my eyes. It's going to be a while until I get used to the extra couple of pounds the pip-boy strapped to my wrist. The sun burns across the baked dirt and cracked asphalt around the town. So this is Goodsprings. I lower my arm after the dazzle in my eyes fades.
The town was old, run down. Worn shingles on rooftops, with planks of wood crudely hammered over holes. A few of the homes were destroyed, nothing but rubble and the rotted wooden ribs of the structure clawing at the Nevada desert sky. A few of the not quite livable homes had their doors boarded over. Even the ones lived in were co
Ain't that a Kick in the Head: Part One by Rungok, literature
Literature
Ain't that a Kick in the Head: Part One
I didn't remember exactly what happened. I remember being tied up, the rope cutting into my wrists through the leather gloves I had on. I remember a checkered coat, the gleam of a pistol in the moonlight, and the words "Truth is the game was rigged from the start." I didn't see the flash, or hear the bang of the gun.
Being dead wasn't what I thought it would be. There were great swaths of darkness, with a few images coming up in between. There was dirt, some kind of cowboy flickering on a screen, and then an elderly man with medical supplies doing something to my head, my vision jerked back and forth several times, and again it slipp
If I am to meant only to observe
I hate that this is all I deserve
This is not the world I want to see
So could you take my eyes from me?
The words I watch will fade to dust
Their beings deteriorate and rust
This is not the world I want to see
So could you take my eyes from me?
Perhaps I would rather be blind
For nothing better could I find
This is not the world I want to see
So could you take my eyes from me?
Glimpsing worlds through panes of glass
Now knowing loss must come to pass
This is not the world I want to see
So could you take my eyes from me?
Ain't that a Kick in the Head: Part Two by Rungok, literature
Literature
Ain't that a Kick in the Head: Part Two
Bright light flared, and I heft my arm up to shield my eyes. It's going to be a while until I get used to the extra couple of pounds the pip-boy strapped to my wrist. The sun burns across the baked dirt and cracked asphalt around the town. So this is Goodsprings. I lower my arm after the dazzle in my eyes fades.
The town was old, run down. Worn shingles on rooftops, with planks of wood crudely hammered over holes. A few of the homes were destroyed, nothing but rubble and the rotted wooden ribs of the structure clawing at the Nevada desert sky. A few of the not quite livable homes had their doors boarded over. Even the ones lived in were co
Ain't that a Kick in the Head: Part One by Rungok, literature
Literature
Ain't that a Kick in the Head: Part One
I didn't remember exactly what happened. I remember being tied up, the rope cutting into my wrists through the leather gloves I had on. I remember a checkered coat, the gleam of a pistol in the moonlight, and the words "Truth is the game was rigged from the start." I didn't see the flash, or hear the bang of the gun.
Being dead wasn't what I thought it would be. There were great swaths of darkness, with a few images coming up in between. There was dirt, some kind of cowboy flickering on a screen, and then an elderly man with medical supplies doing something to my head, my vision jerked back and forth several times, and again it slipp
If I am to meant only to observe
I hate that this is all I deserve
This is not the world I want to see
So could you take my eyes from me?
The words I watch will fade to dust
Their beings deteriorate and rust
This is not the world I want to see
So could you take my eyes from me?
Perhaps I would rather be blind
For nothing better could I find
This is not the world I want to see
So could you take my eyes from me?
Glimpsing worlds through panes of glass
Now knowing loss must come to pass
This is not the world I want to see
So could you take my eyes from me?
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I've gotten 3 more books done since that post in 2013, and I am also working on 3 more.
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