That Old Thing_Self-Deprivation_Sweetheart_The Johnson Kids
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That Old Thing
That Old Thing I neatly folded and put away that old thing into a drawer in my closet a long time ago. The old thing I refer to is my favorite red with the white polka dots dress. The white dots give it a character and make it look cheerful. I smile each time I look at them. My dress is still trendy today because of its ageless, classical style despite its vintage.Ever since I was a child, fashion has consumed me. I stayed on top of the latest trends throughout my life and still follow them today. I used to obsess over the Fashion Police show while Joan Rivers was alive. I've watched Project R...
Self-Deprivation
Self-Deprivation It was cold, damp, and dark. I couldn’t see a damn thing in any direction, until the humming of moving electricity shot through the darkness and ignited the emergency light leading down the hall. With flickering visibility, I toiled my way through. With each footstep, a splash of dust erupts from under my foot and into the air, making it stuffy and thick. In a desperate attempt to clear my lungs, I begin to hack and cough, violently rattling my rib cage and chest. My throat began to feel hoarse and raw, as if sandpaper had been lodged in my mouth and was traveli...
Sweetheart
“Oh God! I’m so hungry! I’m so afraid! I have to take care of myself if I want to have my babies live but how can I do that? I’m so hungry! I’m so afraid!”She was frantic. Living on the streets by herself had been difficult. During her first heat at only six months of age, she had gotten pregnant. Now she had four kittens to take care of. Finding enough food for herself had been a challenge, now her needs were so much greater.Every day she went out to scrounge for whatever she could find, usually only garbage and not nearly enough. She followed a regular route that had produced enough food for...
The Johnson Kids
I was on the couch, tea in hand, greyhound curled up next to me, about to press play on the movie, when the phone rang. And like a fool, I answewww.onedoor.ccred it. It was one of those things you don’t think about, it just happens. A synapse in your brain fires, green button! Quick, touch it! And it ruined my night. “Hello?”“Hey Ella, can you come over? It’s an emergency.” Beep beep beep, silence. The nonchalance was odd, but to be fair, so were the Johnson kids. The first time I babysat them, they asked if they could watch TV, then sat completely still for two and a half hours and watched the static. I p...