Three times three_Utterly Spent for Others_The Fire and the Liar_Bitter Almonds
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Three times three
The only thing I remembered the moment I opened my eyes, is that all the light flashes and dot covering my eyes, and a clear conclusion hitting my head: - I am in heaven. I died – while listening to angelic voices originated in my dreams and rebounding in my confusing ears. In the middle of the dots, think I saw somebody opening an unexpected door , slowly opening and fastly closing. An unrecognizable voice echoed in my thoughts. It was young and sweet, like the voice of an angel. - It is time for your medicine – that voice said to me, injecting something that...
Utterly Spent for Others
I'm good at portraying what I want on the outside but honestly, my true self is utterly spent for the sake of others. ------ At my job, I'm interpersonal and for the most part, clients always enjoy my service. Those I serve and even those I work with might guess I'm the "social butterfly" and am an extrovert, but that's because they think introverts can't interact well socially... Or maybe they think that because I'm not shy, there's no way I can be an introvert.Unfortunately, it’s partially my fault. I haven’t done much to explain the difference and to help them understand how I recharge. Th...
The Fire and the Liar
TRIGGER: Suicidal Thoughts||||| The breeze coming through the vents sent the smoke smell embedded in Miranda’s hair flowing throughout the car. The stench from the firewww.onedoor.cc had seeped into her clothes like a perfume she wore every day and the odor kept rolling up to her face as the heater blew on full blast, making it impossible to escape. Twenty-minutes earlier, she had been standing so close to the fire she felt the flames licking at her cheeks as if they were taunting her. Their calls left her tempted, almost compelled to step into the burning house and let the fire consume her and release her...
Bitter Almonds
My mother taught me that there were only 3 recipes that a woman needed in her arsenal. Lemon herb Engagement chicken to get a man to propose, chocolate layer cake to keep him around, and when you realized he wasn’t the man he presented himself to be almond buttermilk pie to make him leave.When Mother was just sixteen years old she met my father outside a diner. He was a 21-year-old mechanic smoking a cigarette next to his beat-up old truck. They locked eyes and well that was it. They welcomed little me a year later just a few months before their shotgun wedding at the courthouse. Before I coul...