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I don’t mean that love is smelly — although, there a certain odor associated with love that I can’t quite place my finger on, and no candle company has been able to recreate. I mean that love stinks. It hurts. It’s like agreeing to have open-heart surgery in your best friend’s basement, knowing that he only has a few rusty knives and instructions printed off the internet — except, his printer was low on ink so there are a lot of smudges and missing informat...
Date: June 2nd, 1991Time: 13:37;46Age: 39 seconds Dear Newborn I took the liberty of resetting your memories, knowledge, experiences, emotions, growth and all imprints or ‘stamps’ you might have received or collected prior to coming here. All your knobs have been dialed to zero, all scales calibrated, all bases for evaluation and differentiation erased. You are now a blank slate, clean and completely innocent. You are perfect.You may wonder why I have done this and who I am, and I...
This is it. This is the last time.
I mindlessly ran a finger over the lip of my coffee cup as I repeated the phrase to myself over and over, hoping somehow the repetition would help it stick in my stubborn skull.
You can’t keep doing this. You can’t keep loving him like this.
The drops of rain tapping on the metal roof had woken me up in the early hours of the morning — not that Ben and I had been doing much sleeping to begin with. I’d finally decided to squeeze my way out ...
I was standing on the third step of a brownstone stoop, late on a work night, with a man licking my face.
I wasn’t quite sure how I got there. That morning was a typical mundane Monday. I trudged to work, answered phones, made marketing collateral, chatted with friends online about where we would go drinking later that night. The morning was hazy in my memory and I couldn’t connect the dots to determine what went so tragically wrong.
The man who was furiously lapping my lips, (and my chin and my nose&hell...
I love days like today. Even if I can’t go outside without layering myself in various items of clothing. It takes ages to get ready on days like today, even to do the little errands. My errand today is to take my dog for a walk. That’s it. I’ve done my university coursework, I’ve done my laundry and the kitchen is sparkling. Now I need to take Jasper, even on a day like today. He’s excited to go out, even more so than n...
I have never seen weathers become so dark in my life ever,there was not even a ray of hope. When I was a child,I used to think that one day I will become the most famous and richest person in this world.I was living a mediocre life with my small-town world. It's obvious that if you are from small-town then all the richy-rich articles attracts you. Because you have a tag of lowclass, your parents encourage you to think big and dream big.As I was a obedient child, I was just following them. Due to their philosophy of think big...
You have been put on a path, on a road. The only difference between this road and the common used ones is that the scenery is moving forward, and it does not care what you do.
Now let’s say you got tired and you stop, the scenery around could not care less. While you stand there, the surroundings are pulling you into this hole of ...
It seemed like yesterday since my Aunt Jackie gave me advice on boys. Aunt Jackie would always say, “If he can’t accept the word, No, then he isn’t the one.” She, my cousins, and I would bake cookies when my parents were at work. We would call our baking sessions, Momma Jackie, and girls’ time. We talked about our days, laughed, and played music. Her cookies only turned out good when we talked about finance, dur...
Trigger Warning: Depression, self-harm
May 10, 2020
I haven’t really done this whole diary thing too often, but I’m going to give it a shot. We’re in the middle of the Coronavirus pandemic of 2020, and it’s a bit late to be keeping a journal now that it’s going to be over in a few months. (hopefully) But I’m making one anyway in the hopes of creating a keepsake for grandchildren or historians or something like that.
So my documentary about Dian Fossey mad...
Rain bounces back up from the cement as it hits the ground.The rainstorm cast a grey filter across the world, the playground nearby with a twisting slide shone a sweet red. The shimmer of the playscape is the only color besides grey in sight. I stare out my window sulking away day after day. Bored of the comfort of my bed I imagine a life I don't live and wouldn’t particularly want to live.
“I wonder what it wou...
It started to be a very tiring day filled with monotonous repetition that the days had come to hold. The small family of five was finding it hard to navigate the new at-home lifestyle that Covid-19 had forced them to adopt. The kids were entertained by the Morning school work and TV, the teen was on Instagram and the adults had been working vigorously throughout the day. The parents were just getting ready to take a brea...
“Time for a Change” ***(see below)TEAM MEETING: October 30, 2020A red barn, located in an isolated area of the Blue Ridge Mountains, was large enough to hold 51 Team Leaders and two top officials. Use of masks and social distancing were required. Meetings were held there only if critical information needed to be shared among all involved. There was no access to any form of electronic communication, and lighting was powered by a generator.
The ticking of the clock on the wall to the left of me was almost deafening. So many thoughts raced through my head as I waited for my sister to come back to her office. Lydia said this guy was nice and very charming, but what did she know? According to her, Lydia’s only worked with this guy for a little over a month. Not to mention, she’d been out of the dating game for far too long to know how everything worked. I...
I begin to tie the midnight blue ribbon around the white cardboard box when the quiet sound of my generic ringtone begins to go off. It triggers me to turn around with excitement, I carefully leap on into my king size bed to answer the love of my life as I rest my hand on my round stomach.
“Baby! I am coming home.” He cheers from the other side of the line. I hesitate to respond because I am so satisfied to hear...
Elevation to perceived perfection is impossible. To please the masses is an impossibility. This is the concentration of my contemplation as I walk into the elevator. Up I go. Where? Unsure.
on an elevator
I like to consider myself elevated, I think to myself. I think back on all the times I was stuck. Stuck; like...
The great beast lay at my feet, yet no feeling of greatness reciprocated in my heart.It was majestic, even in death — the master of bears, the king of the North.And I had killed him. Drops of his noble blood glittered like pomegranate arils, brilliant red stars scattered across a white sky. Crimson stains painted my sealskin mitts and were splattered across my mukluks, pooling against the snow around my hunting knife, the paintbrush that had crafted this masterpiece of death and h...
The click of heels echoed in the hallway of the hospital.
She wore a deep blue pants suit that was almost black, like the color of the ocean during a storm. Matching shoes strode confidently across the hallway and into the 8th-floor elevator. Her eyes were green, like old money. Long dark hair pulled into a high a ponytail tight enough to make your head hurt. She pushed the G button and waited for the doo...
An Elevator Speech
By Heather Ann Martinez
Minneapolis...nearing midnight. There was a slight chill in the summer air as I ran to the elevator of the massive hotel I was staying on for the weekend conference. I had been told that the hotel was under renovation when I made my reservation. The agent that checked me in the day before was so busy checking others in that she did not give me all...
The night was alive. Not even a flicker of stars could be seen in the swirling abyss of the storm. Window panes trembled, and the entire house shook, echoing the power of the sky. It was a dark and stormy night, made even darker the moment the yellow ceiling lights flickered to black.
It felt so quiet in the few moments after the light died. It didn’t sound quiet, but it felt that way, a yawning gap of something...
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