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I stared into the blue mug in front of me, watching as ripples emerged from the edges. Each one moved through the dark tea, splashing little droplets across the inside. I wanted to be listening, really I did. But I couldn’t seem to pay attention to what he was saying. The mug held me captive, its contents stealing my attention. I tried to focus on something, but the ripples were all that I could manage. They were calmer...
Unknown Number October 28, 2018 12:36pm Unknown Number: Happy Birthday, Danny! I can’t believe you’re 18 already! How did you grow up so fast? Let Your old man know how you’re doing every
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. Red and orange bloomed off the trees, devouring the few green leaves that still clung to the branches. The crisp October air filled my lungs as I watched them tremble in the breeze. The grove was at its most beautiful this time of the year, but this was the first time that I had been able to see it. The brightly colored leaves decorated the ground, burying the wilte...
Pain has always provided me with a moment of clarity. Depending on the cause, the clarity could last only moments or a few days. When my head was muddled beyond comprehension, I turned to pain to clear the waters. As far as coping habits go, it’s a pretty awful one, but years later I still haven’t kicked the habit. Though it has evolved over the past six years, the purpose and damage hasn’t changed very much.
Thirty-seven people were taken last week but history won't remember a single one. History won’t remember those who were taken in their sleep. No one will know if they tried to fight or if they had submitted the instant they entered the room. Their names will be forgotten, dust in the wind, never passing through the mouth of another person. I’ll remember them, as many of them as I can until my name joins theirs in the memories of dwindling survivors.
I don’t feel like I was particularly dedicated the morning I killed Tyler. I hadn’t started the morning with murder on my mind, but sometimes things just happen, spontaneously and not how you really intended them to go. But Tyler was dead and I honestly wouldn’t have it any other way. “My name is Everly and I killed Tyler Grey.” Saying it out loud felt weird, but I couldn’t stop the words ...
The hardest thing about living in someone’s shadow is when you’re the one who cast it in the first place. Lonely children who raced their shadows in the sunlight always lost when the sun was on their backs. No matter how fast the child would run, the silhouette would always be faster. It wasn’t until they turned back to face the sun that the shadow would be forgotten, the loser in the sad one person race.
Her fingers skimmed across the titles, gently, as if her fingertips could pull the stories through their spines. As if the right book would call out to her, pull her in. She might be able to find comfort in the words. Or perhaps she would only drown in the letters. They would surround her, summoning thoughts from inside her as if she was the one to contain the info they so desperately sought. Sh...
“Okay, the woman in front of the milk” “The one in the red coat?” “Yeah” “Alright. She’s uhh. She’s married-- was married, there’s a shadow of a ring on her finger. No kids, her ex husband didn’t want any. She looks defeated, probably ga...
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