The Old ManThe old man sat soberly dressed on the bench of the bus stop. He wore a plain cardigan and old, faded khaki pants that were a size or two too small, several inches short of meeting the top of his dress shoes where they should. A ratty fedora looking straight out of the attic topped his head. All this gave him a basic look of an Irish mobster straight out of America's years of depression, but the gentleness in his eyes unmistakably dispelled this idea. He was thin and fragile; the left hand of his that held a lit cigarette shook noticeably as he brought it to his lips for a lackluster drag. His lungs were old and could hardly work to keep theThe Old Man
Taken InI try not to look back and linger on it too much but the first part of my life was a little bit less than pleasing; pretty much entirely because my caretakers didn't take any care whatsoever, they did a better job of going out of their way to make damn sure that things weren't the way anyone would want them. I didn't eat much at all because there wasn't any food provided, and I spent much of my time nursing wounds I'd been given that I didn't deserve. Sadly, the first part of my life isn't too uncommon a story and many have been forced to endure what I did. Can't complain too much, though, it turned out alright.Taken In
Indiana at a GlanceDriving through the desolation that they call Indiana is the reason that smart, intellectual people commit suicide, especcially at the time in late winter when there's no snow left on the ground; all that remains is the death that was beneath it. On both sides of the road are long harvested corn fields as far as the eye can see. The remains of the stalks still form the neat lines they did when they were at their prime, but they're little more than piles of dead-looking plant life. Each lone scattered tree is leafless and standing naked, a point where you can't tell the living from the longIndiana at a Glance
The Factory“If you’ll step this way,” the guide smiled, “I’ll show you to our ever popular gunshot ward.” The large group of students that were being given a tour of the facilities smiled and stirred amongst themselves, following the employee of the factory rather diligently. The factory had existed for a few years but the list of people who wished to be given tours of the monolith of an establishment was long, and had gotten longer with each passing day.The Factory
The factory didn’t make or manufacture anything. The sole purpose of the factory was to allow people to die. Every day from open till close people could come, pay a
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