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Coryâs gut had been telling him something was up that day. Itâs something he has been good at since he was a kid, being able to feel these things coming. He couldnât really explain it, he just kind of knew. He had had the feeling since the moment he swung his feet out of bed that morning. The instant the soles of his feet touched the worn rug under the bed he knew it. He didnât know what exactly, it wasnât that sharply ...
THIS IS A CONTINUATION OF âVINCEâS RELUCTANT NIGHT OUTâItâs still pretty cold, which makes me wonder where this little stand gets their flowers. The bodega owners wheeled it out last weekend to commemorate the first day of spring. My eye went right to the splash of colors in the salt stained downtown, with itâs old mills and dirty canals. Any day now we would get that vernal rain which would finally wash that salt away. Not yet, though, which makes these vibrant blooms so striking. I havenât bought flowers in so long; Iâm not entir...
THIS STORY CONTAINS DEEP GRIEF, LOSS, AND DEATH. âSpeak now.â It answered from the dark of the woods. âYou have called and I have come.â Sheâs been in the ground a week. The house groans in her absence. Every settling timber seems to call out her name. The sound of it haunts me late at night. I canât sleep. Rebecca, it calls. But she doesnât answer. Her side of the bed is cold. Every wrinkle in the sheets...
Usually, the sight of the Ferris wheel going up would bring me a great amount of joy. Even at my age, it still brings me back to that time of year that promises new beginnings. School would just be starting; I would have had a whole new wardrobe. I could reinvent myself. Granted, I just had my twenty-year reunion. But early September has been cemented as this almost new year, heralded in by the carnival going up in the...
The house was filling with the putrid smell. Martha wouldnât dare open a window, for fear that someone would see. She sat, straight backed, severe, holding a rag over her nose and mouth. Her eyes, tired and bruised, never left the dining room table. Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Her brother was laid out on that table, his back contorted at an unnatural angle, a pool of blood spread out beneath him, dripping to the floor. Marthaâ...
Iâm coming back to writing after half a life time. Iâm super rusty but I want to contribute something of myself to the world.
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