The Door_A LETTER FROM PENELOPE_The sky's the limit_Dreams and Guilt
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The Door
There’s a door he sees from time to time. It’s not a real door. Sometimes the image appears over a real door. It’s of rotting wood, green and black with mold, and overwhelmed with water, so much so that it drips onto any real surface he pictures it in.Tonight, he saw the door at an office party hosted at a downtown bar. He spoke with the husband of one of his coworkers. The husband, whose name wasn’t worth remembering, asked what his role was at the company.“Marketing.” He answered, making eye contact only when speaking the word. In between, his gaze was fixed on the rotting door he saw beyon...
A LETTER FROM PENELOPE
TW: abortion, abuse, suicide There was a knock at my bedroom door. It was 6pm. Dinner time. What I love most about the month of December is that as early as 4pm the sun begins to set. By 5pm it’s getting dark and by 6pm it’s dark. The lights in my room have been turned off and I’m sitting on my bed cross legged with the familiar piece of the folded, browned and over read paper in my hand.“Wes. It’s time for dinner.” My mom’s soft voice called from the door. My eyes slowly drifted down to the bottom of the door. The only place that light managed to creep in. Apart from that small horizontal li...
The sky's the limit
The stars glittered softly in the night sky, silently watching over the world below. They held the wisdoms of the universe, twinkling omniscently in the darkness. One winked out of existence as another one appeared. Perhaps obscured by the clouds, perhapwww.onedoor.ccs burnt out forever. One is born as one is taken away. How poetic. I wondered what happened to the ones that passed. Wondered if they could somehow, miraculously shine again. It was to them I prayed, to the pillars of the sky. As it was said that the stars showed the way home for those that were lost. I wondered if perhaps, just perhaps, they c...
Dreams and Guilt
Sometimes, in the chill of a young autumn evening, Bridgette could smell bonfires in the distance. It was funny, she knew, that she lived here in the city suburbs. Growing up in such a small town, she’d never imagined herself surrounded by so many people. But she could picture it now with her sweet husband and little baby at her side.On Sundays, they sat together as a family. When Emma got older, they would have game nights (Bri had decided this long ago, when her own parents implimented game night, and she quickly realized just how important being close to family is). For now, entertaining th...