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Submitted to Contest #275
I always knew that opening this can of worms would resurface and reignite that flame that burned so hot that it was cold, but this has waited long enough. I could not run any further from it than I already had. It's time to face the music; that shit song you always skip, Lucy- I tell myself as I pour my fourth beer, into a glass, just like he used to when we would sit on his back porch twenty years prior. It is a counterproductive coping mechanism, and I am well aware of this, but I still choose to carry on. "It tastes better and goes down m...
Submitted to Contest #252
Waking up again before enough sleep to comfortably start the day, I hear Toby laughing and clapping in his bedroom next to mine. It's not untypical at this unholy hour, around 5:30 AM-ish, when he usually chooses to rise. My sweet little man, oh, how his mood varies; Toby is generally happy, with big hugs, kisses, and smiles that I live for. I wouldn't dare to disrupt his schedule, though, as he may become irritable and discontent. He refuses to eat, throws objects at every glass and damageable surface, biting and clawing my wrists and thigh...
Submitted to Contest #214
Wow, this has to be the most exciting Thursday morning I have had since the college dorm days, I think to myself as I gaze through the window of my mother's sedan at the trees on the side of the highway as we pass by. It was quickly enough that they looked as though they were all identical; bearing the same intense hunter green foliage you only see this vibrantly in the last of summer days. I try to spot the differences with an intense, yet vacant glare and it was truly the hardest I have tried to ignore my ruminating thoughts since I can re...
Submitted to Contest #173
To my dear loved ones: I am sorry for leaving you like this but would love nothing more than to tell you about my incredible journey. I am somewhere. Not near, neither far and nowhere you can drive, walk, or fly to; but I am here, nonetheless. It's beautiful and please fill your heart with joy for me, for I really do miss you. I'm writing from a place you've never been nor may visit. This is a permanent residence for I and others and someday you may see me here but in order to your human life will have to perish. Please do not be alarmed or...
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