Lonnie D.

“Up the Stream” by Lonnie D.

I felt the stream rush from the pool of my deeply sunken eyes. The tears rolled down the sides of my face and wet my ears. My head being immobilized by a neck brace left me to use only my peripheral vision to see the bright flashes of her white smile against her dark skin. I went back to a time when I was that excited for life.            The smells of saffron and wild mushrooms filled my dimly lit studio. I left the window open…I was waiting on the train to arrive to begin setting the...

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“Broken” by Lonnie D.

Submitted to Contest #215

This was my life. A lady in waiting, only worthy of being met with closed doors and blind eyes.  My life was predictable and there was rarely a deviation from the script. Every morning, I woke up to my husband staring at me longingly awaiting his bride to acknowledge and serve him. It brought him joy to see me give him the very little I possessed. The first fraction of my energy and my very first hello every morning went to the one who I had made a lifelong deal with. I then prepared myself to be trapped in a metal box that was worki...

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“Through The Storm” by Lonnie D.

Submitted to Contest #202

I felt the sun break through the layers of trees above me while the wind gently rocked my hammock to the sound of the rustling leaves and waves crashing into the nearby rocks. The smell of fresh moss wrinkled my nose. How I had discovered this spot was a mystery to all, but it was my favorite hiding place. The entrance of my safe haven was exactly 116 meters from the start of the lakeshore path. Each time I climbed down the short drop, I had to use my free hand to comb my way through a spider web. Three steps from the perched rock was the fi...

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“At War” by Lonnie D.

Submitted to Contest #157

The Villagers I was a replica of my father and his father and his father’s father. And from me came a village. Close-knit and formidable. I only have memories of my younger days. I remember racing through the grooves and valleys of the land. I would look up and for miles and miles the walls of the valleys would stretch with no end. My grandfather told me countless stories of what lies beyond the valley and what was waiting for us at the top. My grandfather was larger than life. His charisma and personality were magnetic, drawing those aro...

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“The Box” by Lonnie D.

Submitted to Contest #154

TW: Mental Health and Suicide/Self-Harm Nina My breathing keeps the rhythm of the beat. While my hands and feet create the tempo, banging against every inch of this box. There are no windows, no doors, no emergency exits. In my bed, I snuggle up under covers, but in the box my teeth chatter as a constant chill runs along my spine. It’s dark in here, but I still have a perfect view of the neighbor’s house across the street. You would think that the thickness of the walls would keep the voices out, but I can still hear her footsteps creak aga...

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