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My Life: Part One – Two Letters   by Silas T. Cobb    I remember Tennessee like it was just yesterday. The sleepy town I grew up in was surrounded by fields of all kinds of grain, mostly cotton and corn. I ran around those fields all the time when I was a kid, at least until my mother called for supper. We didn't have much money because of the crash up in New York, but we still had each other.    My dad owned a small record store that struggled, but managed to stay in business. When my older sister, Sunday, and I were very small, he brought home a victrola. We grew up singing along to that thing. “Silas,” my mother would

 *humming her favorite song again* *if one remembers correctly, the last time we saw Ray and Tenenbaum, he was rather tentatively holding her arm and the two of them were headed towards her safehouse, fresh from the death-by-nailgun of someone who looked rather like Yi Suchong. What adventures await them next?* *somewhat shaken, thanks more to Fonty than Suchong, though he's just not gonna go there* *to Tenny, anxiously:* Uh, you all right? *nods slowly* Are you? *nods quickly* Uh, yeah. Just a bit tensed up. Frank ? *looks at her quickly, startled that she noticed* Uh-- *quietly, hesitantly* ...yeah. I am too.. *looks inc

You put me together in love Curly hair, Red lips, Blue eyes, Pretty dress, Your perfect porcelain doll. You protected me, Hid me from the world, And shielded me from its cruelty. Those are the years I’ll never forget, But now you’ve left me alone, No longer shielded, And left to fight. What would you think if You saw me now? Your doll is starting to lose her fight. You once put me together with love, Messy hair, Permanently tear-stained face, Dim blue eyes, Bloody, ripped-up dress, Your broken porcelain doll.

*The words below are written in a thin, curled handwriting. The bottom of the paper has a few tear stains on it.* I found myself walking through an unfamiliar forest. It was dark, but the stars above me glittered like diamonds. Some of them began to fall, a feeling I could relate to very much. I followed one that landed near by, feeling much like Alice lost in wonderland. I walked for what felt like an eternity before reaching what seemed to be my destination. There was no star where I had ended up, nor was there any sign that it had been there, but there was a door. I found myself very curious to what was behind this door in the center of a

One: Test Drive Heh. I suggested these damn things, so they're makin' me test 'em out. Ah well... *He clears his throat, his voice sounding significantly younger.* Alright. Well, it's currently January 15th of 1955. My name is Frank Fontaine. I'm currently 26 years old. Hmm... looks like recordin' checks out. Time to listen to playback. Two: Reflection Accu-Vox is up and runnin'. I figured I might as well keep usin' these. Fa reflection, y'know? Anyways; I've noticed a lotta people bitchin' about how Ryan's goin' off the deep end about the smugglin' ring. Hey, it's not like we're hurtin' anybody, right? Some people can't live without a bib

----"Fraaaaank!" ----Ugh, that horrible sound... like a tone-deaf rooster cawing out into the night when everyone's trying to sleep. The kind of sound that makes you think "Oh, please, God, kill me. NOW." ----And that sound is all for me. ----It's unbelievably hot outside; hot enough for sweat to evaporate the second it starts to trail down your cheek, hot enough to make you want to strip down to nothing and run through the neighbor's sprinklers when they have company over... not that I've done that. But anyway. ----I'm standing in the yard, shaking my head and praying that I'm just hearing things while I use my enemies' windows as target

White and gray, sitting on a table. The blood trails into my mouth. This razor, cutting into me. And I'll keep going south. - F.F.