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Trigger warning: domestic violence
"It doesn't count if you're already planning your defeat," Tommy told Jenny as she was finishing up her motivational speech she planned to share with the Domestic Violence shelter in their hometown. "What if they don't like my topic?" Jenny asked with worry in her voice. "You've got to trust in yourself, the pain that you have endured, all of the hurt, suffering, and unhappiness you have somehow overcome that is a story worth sharing."
After praying and meditation ...
Brown, dry leaves in every direction blew with rustling sound, a soft autumnal drizzle and icy wind added to my woes. I still walked aimlessly with so many thoughts rushing like traffic on a busy intersection. I reached almost the outskirts. My legs refused to take up one more step. Reluctantly I stepped inside the white wooden gate. To my dismay it was a graveyard with stone slabs end to end.
Though it ...
It was late in the afternoon, and the noise was deafening. I looked out the window. Children and teenagers running up and down the street in various degrees of dark coloured spooky clothes; their faces masked, or alternatively, streaked with obvious signs of makeup, most likely using every bit of the glamour enhancer their mothers possessed to play a part. Lanterns, some with cobwebs others encased in pumpkins or skins, ...
It’s been a year since it happened. I still remember it as if it happened the day before, and it remains fresh in my mind. On a causal summer day, I was walking down the street, planning to go to the convenience store for some snacks for me and my sister. As I approached the door however, I heard commotion inside the store. People were screaming, and I heard glass windows shattering from the loud, sharp sound of a shotgu...
Wilted carnations nestled upon Gina’s palms, their color so dark a crimson it resembled frozen blood on a disregarded wound. Owen traipsed over the barbed wires encircled two feet away around a small grave and asked her to come over. But she didn’t move a single step, didn’t utter a single word, didn’t even look at him for a split second. Owen ignored her, then. It was pointless, she was pointle...
I watched her hair fall out of the shoddy bun I did my best to create. Cinderella skipped on the sidewalk in front of me, no cares in the world as she swung her jack-o-lantern filled to the brim with treasures, candy spilling out here and there. What was one or two pieces compared to the bounty she would find when we got home?
Another piece of hair fell from the back of her up-do; the bobby pin gripping ...
“what did he say you should do exactly?. Okey asked. "He said to put water in a bucket and dip palm leaf into it, light a candle and recite the words in that sheet of paper” Mezie answered. “So, you cannot do all these in this your room?. Okey asked. “No, he said it must be in the graveyard, and I must fast between 12:00 noon to 6:00 in the morning". Mezie answered. “Are you sure that things will start flowing after all these?". Okey asked. “That is what he said.” Mezie assured. "I will go with you. I a...
“Where is God of Elijah?” And when he also had struck the water, it was divided this way and that, and Elisha crossed over. 2Kings 2:14.
“It is crossing over to all of your new seminarians. I am sure you have heard this reading of 2kings 2:14 thousand times before, but today reading is different to all of you. Your orientation won’t start and end with dos ...
Raven aimlessly stumbled along the dirt path, rivers of tears flowing out of her bulging eyes. The salty teardrops beaded down her blemished cheeks, making paths through the dirt. The young girl crossed her eyes to see her bulbous nose, loathing every inch of it. Her frizzy grayish hair was unevenly cut and matted with dirt.
Raven’s bushy eyebrows furrowed in pure anger at her appearance. She ran her purp...
I live in a world where people of all shapes and sizes dare not leave the confines of their homes without wearing some kind of mask.
Whether it be to hide the pain, guilt or shame. Or whether it be to prevent a nasty cold from spreading to passerby's, we all have the masks we wear. However, once a year, on October the 31st, there be a Holiday called Halloween, where the celebrating of mask wearing is praised, and ...
“He’s a chicken. My mom is too. So I guess they go together. What about your parents?”
“They’re mental. My dad left but he turned my mom into this weird valley girl.”
Riley didn’t feel like responding to a grunt, so he laid down and watched Jack lean against the dorm window and flick his zippo. Most of Riley’s conversations this past October have ended with the same “hmm.” He’s been at his ...
When Uncle Dave lifted me off the plane and set me on the ground, heat waves greeted me, radiating up my legs. It took me a minute to get my balance. After two and a half hours of sitting in twin engine plane, buckled up with my sister, Becci, and squished into the tail of the plane with two other gals, my legs were cramping.
I could smell tar and gasoline, comforting smells, reminding me of home. The airstrip...
SAVING FIRE Watching Lydia toss and turn in a restless sleep, Chase Elliot had not left her side since he pulled her from the fire. As her mother, I feared she might not be able to recover from the intensive burns and injuries she sustained. Chase fell asleep in the hospital recliner, murmuring unintel...
Ah, finally the day had come when Jocelyn and Carter tied the knot. The two had been dating for what felt like years! Although they weren’t high school sweet hearts, they did meet soon after they graduated at boot camp. Jocelyn’s father had been in the army and she intended on following her father’s footsteps, hoping to make him proud in heaven.
Meanwhile, Carter Wilbert just d...
All right, so our main character’s name is Marcy. It’s short for Marcella, but not a whole lot of people know that. It’s kind of a special thing that only her parents call her when they are talking really seriously about something. Her parent’s names are John and Helen. John is a pastor, and at the time I start this story, he just left for some kind of conference. I’m not sure if he’s speaking or attending, all I know is that he meets someone there. But I’m not going to tell you about that yet...
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