THE NIGHTMARE_Poetic Conversations_Found in Paradise_Glitch in the Universe
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THE NIGHTMARE
(This story contains issues of health, including HIV infection.)There is a well-known aphorism warning people not to get sick just before or during the July 4th weekend. Why, you ask? Because this is the day each year that a new crop of interns takes the reins of medical management in the hospital wards throughout the United States. Yes, they have completed medical school, and yes, they are bright, industrious young doctors. But they lack one indispensable quality: Experience. Of course, there is ample oversight. The prior year’s interns are now 2nd-year residents and can offer a guiding hand....
Poetic Conversations
"So, I had a dream last night." She says to me, staring off into space. "I was being chased by someone very big and I got the distinct impression he wanted to rape me."Glancing up to her from filing my nails, I twitch my eyebrow; "Did he succeed?""No," she replies calmly, "I got out through a window. No one would help me after that, though.""Well, that hardly surprises me.""Why is that?""You know, they tell young girls that if they are being attacked, to scream 'fire' instead of 'rape' because people are more likely to act if they think their lives are being threatened as well.""Thwww.onedoor.ccat's kind of...
Found in Paradise
He couldn’t believe it.His hand reached out — as if to touch, to feel, to confirm — but drew back at the last moment, afraid.What if it was all an illusion?A sick, twisted joke on his homesick mind.But for once, he dared himself to dream — to hope.So that's what the young boy did, inching closer, heart soaring with every step.The figure in front smiled endearingly at him, her blue eyes crinkling into crescents, and held out her arms. He fell into her warm embrace, hot tears prickling at his eyes, reminding him just how dearly he had missed her.His dearest friend.His closet confidant.His older ...
Glitch in the Universe
That's the thing about this city, you see, we were not meant to exist. We're a phenomenon that will soon be erased, just like the universe wills it. I came to this revelation at, unfortunately, a young age, an age that should've still preserved that childish innocence that is an innate trait in all of us. It was, I remember, an ideally warm and bright day. The birds chirped their usual 5-note tune, and Mom had just set the table with a steaming stack of pancakes fresh from the griddle. "Good morning, Phoenix," she greeted, untying her cartoonish pink apron from her waist. "'Morning, Mom," I re...