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He declined the call from his father and turned over in bed. It was a Saturday after all. What else did he do besides sleeping in and eating? But more importantly, why was his father calling him? Throwing his comforter over his head, he expunged the question.Closing his eyes again, his phone buzzed. A voicemail?With a grunt of tired laziness he flipped over and put his phone up to his ear:"Joe-it's Dad. Um... I really wished you'd of picked up, I hate trying to tell you this... like this. But, i...
Love yourself. Every single neuron seemed to fire this message just so that she could lift her head off the pillow and start the day.It didn't seem possible. To be so... so what? Mulled over. All together, mulled over. She felt as if she overthought, over-dreamt, and over-worried throughout the course of a lonely day. Weekends were beginning to feel like time-suckers where she spent half the time trying to motivate herself to do something and the other half wondering where the time went when she ...
Write something. Pause. Damn, I could use some coffee. Breathe. Think. Something clever. Something creative. Real. Gripping. Get their attention in as few words possible. ….….Recluse transforms world from the safety of his home. Boring, uninviting. Try again. &n...
Dez clutched an empty bowl of popcorn while reaching for the tissue box. It was coming, she knew it, the end was coming."Peter?" He turned to look over his shoulder, his back still towards her. The man's gorgeous frame left a shadow by the door. "I never wanted it to come to this." Tears now. Lots of fake, but beautifully convincing tears. "Cherise." He couldn't resist. Grabbing her, his lip barely quivered before breaking down. I...
The chaise lounge was slightly damp with a premature morning dew. She didn't worry though. Clever enough, she managed to snatch a beach towel on her way out to the porch. She put it over the deck chair before laying down. Leaning her messy bun back on the stale smelling towel, she caught a full glimpse of what the universe had to offer to her this night. Wow. She took a breath and listened to herself slowly exha...
"No."The word fell flat. His face fell with it."Oh my god--"She turned so as not to face him. The sun was in her eyes. She felt almost blinded by it, the tears collecting quickly and filling with sunlight. It was painful. Every feature about it. How could she have let it go on for so long? She should have left so much sooner.His hand on her shoulder reminded her of the pending explanation. The let-down. The break-up. Everything she had been hoping to avoid. E...
She noticed his hands before anything else. They twitched and fidgeted as if they were late for something and the rest of his body would just have to catch up. Next were his eyes. They darted from one corner of the room to the other, watching the ceiling as if the answer to all his problems would be written there. Whenever his eyes would set on something, then she could really look at them. They were a beautiful pair of black irises. Never before had she seen eyes so dark. It was intriguing while at the same time frightening. Lastly, his ...
Setting: A brisk December night, outside a funeral parlor. The line is long, wrapped around the entirety of the building, and people stand about in silence. Some senseless chatter is made out. Solemn, still, cold. A young woman rubs her hands together continually and bounces up and down with chill. There is a man in front of her, who notices her. She is unaware of him, as her teeth begin to chatter. He continues to w...
The snow drifted almost as if in slow motion around his face."A book?"He repeated the word."You're writing a book?"He kept saying it as if it was something momentous. Maybe it was."Yeah... I've rewritten the first chapter about a half a dozen times."He laughed softly. A gentle, endearing laugh."It's been my baby all through high school. Now, I'm just trying to find an ending."The night seemed to be closing in around them as they sat on a stone ledge overlooking a frozen fountain. She...
Tipping the contents of his bag gently, the 53 year-old boy disappointingly dumped the rest of his stale bread into the pond. The ducks had avoided him almost purposefully. Or so he thought. Looking in their direction, he noticed for the first time a single-file line of ducklings mimicking every move their mother made. He scoffed internally at himself. How could he miss such a pleasant sight? Spitting on the ground, he wondered why the sight did not fill him with pleasantness at all.Standing and shaking his head at the n...
"Growing apart?"His voice was panicked."W-w-w-what do you mean by that, Gabi? Are we... growing apart?"It felt as if he was right next to her when the words were delivered over the phone. Ironic, she thought."No, I mean,"She sighed. How come he could be so easy to talk to and so difficult at the same time?"I mean we're just at a disadvantage right now.""Disadvantage?""Yeah,"A dropped moment of silence."Look, I meant what I said two weeks ago...""It doesn't feel l...
THE CLOCK continued to tick down the hall. It seemed to be the only sound left in the house… in the streets…throughout the town. The last sound in the world.She shook her head vigorously as if to dislodge that last thought. No, no. Don’t think like that. But although she tried to have hope in the fact that someone must still be alive, it...
"I exist as I am, that is enough" -Walt Whitman
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