A Tale of Melody and Malady by Jude Trail “The Persistent Phantom of Frequencies Past” “In chambers of silence the ghost notes remain, a ceaseless orchestra that none may hear save I; the conductor of phantoms, the maestro of pain.” — From “The Invisible Symphony” by Edwin Haredale The morning light, …
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The Great Killer
The Great Conversation Killer by Jude Trail Sure, I was there the night conversation died. Witnessed the whole execution myself, front row seat to a murder that nobody even knew was happening. It was at Martha Pendleton’s dinner party—one of those affairs where people dress up like they’re somebody important and spend two hours …
The Daily Arsenal by Jude Trail
The Daily Arsenal: Skills That Transform Lives What if I told you that the difference between thriving and surviving comes down to your daily practices? Not magic formulas or secret shortcuts, but skills you can learn and hone over time? The Mirror Doesn’t Lie: Mastering Self-Awareness The uncomfortable truth: most of us are strangers to …
Stewed Thoughts
Today’s Special Stewed Thoughts, with Over-Ripe Opinions Home-Grown Philosophies While They Last!! Sweat Drenched, Steaming. The long, hot Nights slowly melting into Tomorrows, Safely, Quietly, within my Dreams, There’s nothing between me and everything. As I evaporated sliding ever closer to the abyss of sleep, Suddenly, dawned on me was the Why, things …
Medicine People
Medicine Peopleby Jude Trail The man pushed the needle under her flesh and smiled when blood spurted into the chamber. He whispered into her ear, as he pulled the plunger back. “Drugs aren’t good or bad, you know?” Her blood mixed with the thick, brown liquid, delighting the man. “You’re like a medicine man,” …
Rubbish Day (part 3)
Rubbish Day (part 3) by Jude Trail For a while, Jerald allowed them to race with him side by side, speeding at nearly eighty on the newly black-topped road towards Crossville through the community of Deer Lodge. When the Honda’s wheels lost traction, it spun the car into the shoulder where it began to …
Rubbish Day (part two)
Rubbish Day (part two) by Jude Trail There weren’t many Porsche in this condition. Ever since James Dean wrecked and killed himself in the same car, they were prize possessions and most were repainted, reupholstered, and otherwise ruined by zealous owners in an attempt to copy the car Dean drove on that fateful day. Jerald …