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Guardian of the Crossroads by Josh Lien

There is a roadway to the Everglades in Florida
If you drive down it, day or night
You will suddenly have a feeling of being completely lost
Your radio will turn to static
Your CDs will skip
If you try to find the map in your car
It will have mysteriously vanished

If you continue down the road for more than a minute
You will find the road pitched black behind you
You cannot turn around and there are no other cars on the road

Continuing down the road you will find a fork
There are no sign posts,
but there is a man in the middle

He will be covered foot to toe
In various clothing from around the world
A turban, dark toga, moccasins, and overalls
The only flesh visible will be that around his eyes

On one side, a sweaty dark black
only found in the remotest African Tribes
On the other side, the fairest of white
only inherited from Scandinavia

You must get out of the car
but leave the engine running
and do not close the door behind you
It will begin to rain

You must approach the man
but stop 3 feet away
You must stand there silently
waiting for him to speak first

He will ask
what of him do you require
Tell him that you need to know
which road will bring you to your destination
He will then ask
what are you offering in exchange for his assistance

If you offer him a ride
him and your car will disappear
and you will become the guardian of the crossroads

If you offer him an umbrella
to shield him from the rain
he will take it
and stab it through your chest

If you offer him your love
he will take it, keep it
and never offer his in return

You must offer him your loyalty
Kneel down before him
It is the only thing any of us can do
and the greatest thing any of us can give

He will close his eyes
and bow in return
and point towards safety

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The Girl, by Simon Xia

Look how she comes

broken and destroyed.

Her trust and heart broken.

Her body abandoned by her lover

for another.

She bleeds as she walks

having no one.

No one will comfort her.

She lets no one in for she doest not trust

She pushes everyone away

destroys her own world

but does not care.

She utterly destroys herself

In the end

 

The weak rise up. And fail again

They are considered strong.

They are not.

He falls into a dark abyss called

life.

Maybe there is a meaning to all this

Maybe no—

Either way it will destroy us.

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