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She saw her own heartbreak coming, and she did nothing to stop it. Like an astronomer who spotted a meteor and failed to warn the world of its impending arrival, choosing instead to watch and see where exactly it would make impact, how fierce the flames would be. And though the chances were slim, she clung to the faint thought that said: maybe she was wrong, and it would sail right on by, shatter some other planet into r...
The good thing about buying a ring for a man is the price. For a few hundred dollars you can get a nice band while a woman’s ring will soak you for a few thousands.
“I’ll take that one,” I pointed to a silver band with an intricate design twisting around it.
The saleswoman smiled as she retrieved the ring from the display case. “Nice choice. Would you like to see the matching woman’s ban...
I threw the door open loudly but the sound was drowned amidst the buzz of dozens of kids getting ready to go home even though the bell wouldn’t ring for at least ten minutes. I saw her sitting in her usual seat and immediately felt calmer.
With a dramatic flair, I slumped into the chair beside her, throwing an arm around her carelessly.
‘Tough lesson?’ She laughed. I pushed a stack of papers onto the tabl...
I glance across the room for the fourth or fifth time, my gaze now well-versed in navigating the handful of plain faces to find the plain clock set against the plain wall. Another 2 minutes have passed since my last journey across the room, which leaves about 1-30 minutes to go, or maybe more. I'm not early; I never would have gotten here early on purpose. If I had, I would have waited in my car where I can somewhat rel...
Nishan sighed, massaging his temples with his thumbs. He wondered why it took so long for some people to get ready on important days. Especially his boyfriend, Zion, who took at least three hours to get ready. Nishan didn't really mind that Zion took years to get ready, but his family did. They were enthusiastic about meeting Zion since Nishan had been talking about him for weeks. Nishan took his phone from the...
Loud screaming cuts through my dream and I’m plunged into a pitch black room. No sound. No audible one anyway.
I turn my head sideways and there is Alex, not so soundly asleep. His head goes left and right and left and right. Fists clenched, sweat dripping down his temple.
Scream splits my head in two. A familiar one, sadly. Alex whimpers in his sleep. An...
This is going to be your last chance, walk to him now and say your first and last goodbye! Your nervous sloppy legs would drag itself in front of Luke but it wouldn’t matter, as long as it is genuine!
A month ago, your friend from Luke’s class talked to you. Nervously, you tried to make him talk about Luke without being suspected or caught. Without warning, Jacob said Luke would be switching to another s...
And there it was. Unprompted, unannounced, maybe unwelcome, but not unexpected. You heard the words, you can actually see them in the air. But you... you’re afraid. You know what has to come next. “Just say it”, you tell yourself. “Just say it. You have to say it”.
“Well, if no one objects to this course of action...”, the Counselor said. His words drift off, as if it is obvious this course of action is b...
The coffee has grown cold in the time since you started the Keurig and proceeded to forget about the coffee entirely. You look down in disgust—nothing worse than cold coffee. You take a sip anyway, grimacing as it pours down your throat. If Jules were still here, she’d tell you to put a little milk, ice and vanilla in there and give it a swirl and it’d be good as new.Jules isn’t here anymore though. You take another sip of bitter, cold coffee.The walk from the kitchen to your computer seems even longer now that you can hear ...
I miss her; I imagine she misses me worse. It’ll be years until I hear back, and years until she hears me, and I’ll be listening to a recording already years old and the real her will be on Earth alone. I keep myself sane with math; I send her how long she’ll have to wait with each message. You’ll hear from me again in six years. I love her.
When I left we were both twenty-six. It was insane; a l...
January 9, 2020No. 5 Hospital, WuhanIt was very clear that he was dying. The doctors and nurses around him had tried everything they could. His face was hardly visible under the tubes and mask that covered his mouth, struggling to make sense of the world. He tried to remember how it had all gone wrong, but old age had a curious way of affecting people's memories. He tried to cling to the last thing he remembered, the one memory of his sweet grandson Li Wei, standing with him under the mellow sun, staring with wide...
Oh honey, this one’s going to hurt for a while. I wish I could tell you it’s not going to, but it is. No, I’m not writing from the future; I just know that this is going to hurt for longer than you’re ready for it to, and I'm giving you a moment to wallow.I know it’s going to hurt because lesser things have hurt you for a long time. Sure, bigger things have hurt too. And you got past them, so you’ll get past this too. Getting past it won’t be painless.It’s going to hurt every time you see her or hear he...
Like the azure sky, like the silver moon, like the small, glimmering stars; everyone has a place in this universe. Everyone can feel welcome, even if it is in some small way. But me...I'm not part of this world. I don't feel right here. My mother used to say to me, when I was little, that every person on this earth was like a little comet; apart from each other, yet drifting in the same sky. But I don't feel like I’m even there; though I have a family- though I have friends- I don't feel right, and I don’t feel like I am who I say to be.<...
It started as a whisper in the back of Gia’s mind. Easy to ignore, especially with therapy. The letters Dr. Emile had her write were especially helpful. Now that school was starting, she wrote one every day. The whisper said things were going to be just like at her old school. That she wouldn’t fit in. That the other kids would, at best ignore her, and at worst…. She didn’t want to think about the worst. So the letters she wrote to herself, giving her small pep talks, became armor. The morning freshman year started was s...
Jack sighed as he sat down at his desk with fresh new lined papers. His wooden chair creaked as he leaned forward to get in position. He took the cap off his pen and stared down at the blank sheets before writing. Dear Gregory, he wrote. Then he sat up and rubbed his face. Honestly, this was the hardest part. Knowing what to say. Jack didn’t know what to say, he never did, hence a million crumpled papers around his room with poorly written letters t...
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