The Ojotarian

Peep! Peep!

Cars hustled and honked as they wrestled their ways through the tarred roads, dexterous drivers maneuvering through intermittent potholes. They were red or dark blue Volvos mostly—heavy with age, but beaten into youth by the fervor of their operators.

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Down The River

They say when you’re going down a waterfall, you don’t see terrifying crashes of waves on a rocky bottom. No. You don’t see into the very depth of Hades. No. Neither would you look into a petrifying abyss awaiting watery-bloody agony. No.

It’s not like how would imagine. Not at all.

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