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The old apartment building stands before me, a place of memories soon to be gone. I watch the hustle and bustle of the people going by, not paying any mind to me. This once apartment building full of families, is now deemed unfit to live in. I let out a sigh, and gathered my few sparse items. I made my way to an abandoned building, a few blocks from the apartments. This area was known as the filth row. A...
Take a slow deep breath, in and out, I repeat to myself. I straighten my pose, and try to focus on my breathing. Meditating shouldn’t be this hard, but today is not my day. My focus keeps shifting to all the problems I had run into earlier in the day. First thing this morning, I had a flat tire on my way into work, then hit every red light on the way there. I had thought the worst was behind me, but that's like counting ...
I check over the stand and my camera. I always come early to a wedding to find the perfect spot for the bridal party’s pictures. The venue is at an apple orchard, with spring flowers, in full bloom. Photography started out as a hobby for me, but soon turned into a passion. I now run my own photography studio. For being a twenty-six-year-old male, I’d say, I’m doing pretty good. I will have to admit, the ladies do...
I feel my phone vibrating, and quickly answer it. Hello, I say, trying to be quiet. “Finally, I have been trying to reach you.” I hold the phone away from my ear. Sarah could be loud sometimes. I was busy, I told her. “Mitzie, are you at the library again?” I smile to myself. My best friend knew me well. Yes, I am, I tell her, now keep it down. “I swear you would live there, if they’d let you.” I could hear the annoyance...
Amelia, look how much you have grown. I say, as I show her the line I had just marked on the door frame. She giggled and jumped up and down. Her curly red hair bounced till it looked like an untamed mess. Her blue eyes shined brightly, as she smiled at me. Her dimples just showing through. She was only four, but some days she acted like a teenager. My Jonathan would have loved to see her grow up. But, fate wouldn’t allow...
I am just an amateur writer. I write as a hobby and really enjoy it. I live in TN with my family and work as a QC inspector.
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