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She stared intently into the light-grey, sad eyes of a young woman who silently stood in front of her, afraid to move. The brown flared trousers, washed almost to the bald spot, were neatly ironed and slightly concealed her unhealthy thinness. Under a plaid jacket two shades darker than the trousers hung a white blouse, under which thin protruding collarbones were slightly visible. The black, tattered pumps were out of c...
Life is a fickle thing. Always evolving, growing, fading, dying.
Time is unchanging, always moving forward, never looking back; it has no mercy on those who take it for granted.
Lula Sallow knew that better than anyone else alive or dead. At a glance, she was a strange young woman, 26 years of age, with salt and pepper hair and dull gray eyes.
‘Genetic disease,’ she would s...
They said that one day, something snapped inside of you, and without telling anyone, you went off to die quietly in a cave somewhere. They said you had given up. I heard many different versions of it, mostly from well-meaning people who wanted me to move on, but I refused to believe them. I knew you had your flaws, but I never accepted the idea that you had it in you to abandon us like that. And I know it sounds delusional, but I kept your things ready for when you eventually came back.The craziest thing is that I always...
My sister was an angel. Not characteristically but physically. She had the looks, the charm, and the brains that lured the metropolis hive. Like bees, men and women followed her scent, trying to flatter or batter her- metaphorically speaking. Her face was on every magazine cover: some flashing her flawless skin, others chasing the glimmer in her eyes, like a predator gazing at the prey. I remember, two weeks before the f...
James wept more than he has ever done in his life. A life so full of happiness quickly taken away by the evils of the land.
“If I was only there to protect you,” he said of his wife, Rene, as he looked at the mound of dirt. “I could have protected you or at least gone with you to the afterlife.”
It was two weeks ago that James left his cabin and his lovely wife in the woods to go...
I’ve always been a fan of these yellow dividers, I realize as I use one to separate my groceries from the person’s in front of me. I like the clear indication it provides–those are his and these are mine. There’s no room for question. It’s a far cry from the uncertainty that lives rent-free in my mind.
“Did you find everything alright?” asks the cashier, as she scans my items and pushes them aside to her compan...
Soon the sun would slink below the mountains folding its golden patchwork of brilliance into murky shadows of the forest. Squirrels, chipmunks and rabbits out gathering their evening meal scattered at the thunk of a car door slamming.
Shoulders slumped under the weight of luggage; she navigated the narrow boardwalk strung from the driveway to the cabin amongst a canopy of tall hickory’s oaks, pines, and cedars. Tw...
My life had been slowly falling apart since meeting my current boyfriend, Jake, in July. He was incredibly handsome and persuasive and I'd been in over my head since our first conversation. However, he was married and better with words than deeds. In my head I knew what had to be done, the rest of me hadn't quite caught up though, and my heart was breaking. I needed to search my soul and knew exactly where to do that.
“Let’s go for a walk.”
The words tumble out of my mouth. I’ve said them a thousand times, but this time it’s different. I am different. Everything is different and the world will never be the same again.
He looks at me and time stands still.
I wonder what is going through that mind of his.
There was a time, when he was small and the world turned in a differ...
“Let’s go for a walk” Ray said.
John had only been in the house for five minutes when Ray spoke up. Jennie, Ray’s wife was already setting the table and the turkey looked positively enticing. She was the best cook that John had ever met, and it was more than a compliment; even his own wife agreed. She was overall a very kind woman but when it came to food, she could be a tad over reactive. She would often fume i...
A child of the mountains… I grew up going on camping holidays in the mountains where we would fish, hunt, wander and play in streams making dams and little boats of wood. Perhaps that’s why I always run to them to seek solace or clear my head whenever I must make a big decision or am questioning myself. The mountains hold a deep, cold, unwavering wisdom. When you’re standing at the crest of a peak looking at the rolling ...
*Trigger Warning: Terminal Illness*
Her skin had become nearly translucent, like one of the glass tetras I had seen in aquarium stores. I had watched them swim in their tanks, thinking how wondrous it was to be able to see their hearts beating inside their bodies. I wished that everything in life was as transparent. People’s intentions and meanings hidden behind conversations they didn’t want to have. Sh...
“Thanks, Doc. I appreciate all you’ve done.” I say, shaking Dr. Sullivan’s hand.
“I only wish I could have done more,” he says. “But it’s gone too far, I’m afraid. I’m sorry.”
“Nay, don’t be. I’m the one who always puts things off. It’s my own fault.” I shake his hand one more time and leave.
As I exit the building, I’m in a world of my own. Passing a couple engaged in conversa...
“Take your meds, Pa” Felix said as he cleared the dinner dishes from the table. He pointed to the small medicine cup filled with pills of different shapes and sizes in front of the old man. Reluctantly and with shaky hands he brought the medicine cup to his mouth.
“I put your pain pills in there too. You’re going to need them.” Pa froze and shot him a look of annoyance, “You know these make me sick”...
All That Remains
🎶 Memory, all alone in the moonlight—
I can dream of the old days
Life was beautiful then.
I remember the time I knew what happiness was…
Let the memory live again. 🎵 ©️
I was beautiful once. I had style. Class. Substance. People flocked to my doors, begging to be incl...
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