Mortal DangerMy face blistered against the scarlet stovetop. A bead of sweat rolled across my brow, down my bronzed cheek, and clung to my clinched jaw. It hung for a moment, too stubborn to let go. It fell and crackled as it splashed against the coils.The large hand, which prevented my escape, belonged to the same beast of a man I encountered at the planetarium. His face, pocked with scars, was adorned with a brick jaw that looked more akin to Lou Ferrigno’s than the former Louise Parsons’s. His gnawed fingernails tore into my scalp as he wrestled my face ever closer to having a spiraled scar and one less ear.My fiery eyes stared back at me in the reflection from the freezer chrome, decorated with the giant dopey-looking mastiff and a younger, less brutal version of the retired lineman.Large veins wound up my forehead from the bridge of my nose. My teeth grinded and my cheek swelled. The first thing that would go would be my left ear, shriveling into my skull like a melted candle, l
L.A. Fisher - One Last LookChapter 24The sand between my toes made my whole journey worth it. It made life worth it and all of the struggles that led to this point worth it. My life will be thought of as a fictitious tale; imagined by some jackass – possibly Frankie.Kendra said humility is a part of heroism.I’ve got humility in spades.I think I do, anyway.I walked across the beach with my feet just at the water’s edge. The wakes of jet skis and speedboats splashed into my ankles and receded. The air and the water were both cold, but not deceivingly. It wasn’t one of those sunny clear blue days that looked like a scorcher but felt like an icebox. Overcast skies and a subtle movement in the trees warned of the oncoming storm. Days like this were better for me… more honest. My life had been filled with ubiquitous bad weather. Calamity road on the coat tails of calmness. I grew to loath calmness.I also learned to
L.A. Fisher - It Was Pretty GoodChapter 22There isn’t a Hell.We all live through our lives trying to do what’s right; so that we can feel good; so that we can get something in return; so that God forgives us and we can go to Heaven and rejoice and eat turkey, or whatever. The truth is there isn’t a Hell. There’s only a Heaven, and the guy that runs it stopped paying attention to our little planet a couple thousand years ago when we decided to torture and murder his son. Now, he’s a pretty cool guy, don’t get me wrong, he just got tired of dealing with our shit.Why wouldn’t he?He sends us salvation and we maim it and hang it out to dry. But God said that he sent his only son to die for us all, and apparently he meant it. So we’re all winners. Lucky too, otherwise I don’t think I would have made the cut. God sees the world as hell enough, all the pain and suffering, the torture and death, the rape and pillaging.