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*A/N: I just read The Fault in Our Stars...leave me alone lol.*
The day she died, I knew I was a lost soul.
The moment the last breath left her body, I knew that it was going to be a long time before I loved people again.
The second she left, I felt a stabbing pain in my heart, and then nothing. Absolutely nothing.
I graduated high school with ...
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“What the…,” I muttered as I walked into my apartment, scanning the space. I had just returned from my usual Saturday brunch and shopping date with my sister and saw immediately that something wasn’t right. I walked around noting the missing items; the toaster and coffee maker from the kitchen, the table and chairs from the dining area, a chair, two end tables, and a framed Van Gogh pr...
Mindfulness vs. Mindlessness
The room is a cool green, minty, or aquamarine, a colour which encourages the atmosphere of comfort and relaxation which, I believe, because I am told, is central to any mindfulness therapy. We are told to close our eyes and think about our bodies in relation to the chair, the floor, the ceiling, the window; anything really, except the other people in the room: those others (why...
He dies during lockdown, on his way over to feed the cattle of a sick neighbor. The funeral was rushed and ill-considered, like a battlefield amputation. Two months later, when gatherings are greenlighted again, we decide to hold a memorial service.
When we can’t find a decent photo of my notoriously camera-shy father, the event co-ordinator suggests we “highlight a personal item, something to focu...
A thick layer of pitch-black oil shot out from the top of Nat Taylor's world and engulfed everything in sight and in mind. It oozed quickly down his peripheral and then hid everything before draining down the bottom. His world, that once held a vast array of colors from a high-speed car wreck, now contained only egregiously bright lights that blinded more efficiently than the oil itself.As the light washed away the oily remnants, Nat's ass poked out of a hospital gown, and he could tell that decisions about him were bein...
Glitter shimmered across the ballroom, falling like sugar. The sprinkles of gold made the people glisten. The carnival ball had begun.
Esmeralda had made it. Eighteen and free, this moment was a dream come true. While there was dancing inside, there was playing outside. All the rides were as grand as the chandeliers inside the ballroom.
Esmeralda wanted so much to ride the carousel, to be able to car...
Mia walked down the street with a huge smile on her face and a pep in her step, she was excited. The emerald slip dress she had been searching for was finally in her possession. After days of hunting for it online, she found it on a small boutique’s Instagram page and had to drive all the way across town just to buy it.
Which was a lot of effort for a piece of clothing, but it was worth it. The well tai...
Foley Gaspers nearly ran out of fuel driving to Venice Beach in a 2000 Camry he had stolen from his girlfriend, Sarah. He abandoned the car on a narrow one-way street.He walked to the boardwalk, intending to make his way to the pier for a jump and a swim, but had issues. Fish to fry. He was under the impression Sarah was having an affair with a co-worker.She was tired of his unfounded accusations. Why would I want to sleep with Kingston? You’re
On top of the stand sits The Hat. Underneath are newer, snappier hats, but this one is priceless.
Created and shaped by an intricate hand-made process, The Hat came to life as an accessory from one of the largest French fashion houses. It cost The Owner six weeks’ hard-saved wages but was worth it.
The Hat’s band balanced the pristine white creation. Offset with a delicately formed silk rose, it perfectly m...
If I’ve learned anything in this life it’s that one should never get too comfortable, too settled, too content with life as it is. Especially when teen-agers are involved.I am watering the huge white bird of paradise plant by my double french doors out front when I notice them sitting in their Land Rover out in my drive. Wonder why they aren’t coming in and to what do I owe this unexpected visit. I smile and wave them in.Daughter-in-law and granddaughter sit on my sofa and self-consciously try to explai...
“Hell Bent for Leather”Ginny rolled down the runway with her walker. It was very expensive and had been guaranteed to hold up to 500 pounds. The wood framed catwalk also seemed to be reliable enough to hold at least five normal size models - about the equivalent of Gin and her walker.Her hesitancy to trust such promises rose out of the murky pools of experience.Ginny’s biggest fear was that the walker would buckle under her weight at some inopportune moment. She knew from the past, t...
The stream at the bottom of our garden was a crossing to the faerie world. At least, that’s what Gram always used to say. It was a thin, but steady, trickle of water, narrow enough to cross in one flying leap. In a few places, the stream tapered off so narrowly that it was barely a dribble. Yet it never ran dry. The stream guarded a dense thicket of trees and brambles that stretched for miles along the edge of the villag...
The dress would be mine one day.
I would float down the aisle on my father’s arm wearing a champagne-colored, hand-stitched, beaded v-neck sheath dress handed down by my Grandmother June. She wore it for her wedding in 1942 before my grandfather went to the war in Europe. She came from a wealthy family and had a large society wedding. Grandpa Ed Senior returned from the war, they had my Dad and lived a c...
The Handkerchief Shirt
A Short Story by Susan Sidell
May 11, 2022
The sticky humidity had burned off in the oven of the city sidewalks when Jazmyn strapped on her second-hand roller skates. The party guests were gone and Jaz breathed in the friendly loneliness. Now that she was ten years old, Jaz would no longer have the court-required babysit...
[content warning: death] Sarah sat in a powder blue wingchair that matched the color of the walls, bouncing the one-month-old Noah on her knee, looking into his scrunched red face. The lamp on the nightstand spilled soft light onto the block-color carpet, and illuminated the white cloth clouds swaying above the crib. She gently fought Noah’s squirming legs and pulled the knitted booties from his feet, revealing pink splotches on his wriggling toes. She tugged the booties off and tossed them onto the floor. A wave of warmth...
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