After Every Storm_Poverty Flats_Alone, I'm_A Simple Question
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After Every Storm
Present: The tears were warm running down Cheyenne's cheeks, the argument still fresh in her head and ears. Closing her eyes, she laid her head down on her soft cotton pillow and clutched her fluffy pink blanket to her chest. Slowly she felt herself slip into a tumultuous kind of sleep.Dream: Slamming lockers and squeaky tennis shoes surrounded a very nervous and lost Cheyenne. Although her mother helped her make sure her ponytail was in the perfect spot she had already managed to get it to her shoulders. The jet black curls turning into a matted mess next to her ear. She looked down at her sc...
Poverty Flats
Cupcake & SnowballThe animal, in the dim light of a fractured moon, gingerly stepped his way through an ill-kept barbed wire fence, the only barrier found between his native country and Northwest Montana. The Canadian Eskimo dog, unknowingly, wandered into a small community known locally as Poverty Flats. Not long after daybreak, a Rancher, driving nearby, discovered the stray lying in the middle of the road. He helped what seemed to be a sweet malnourished large dog up and into the cab of his truck and drove home. His daughters Elizabeth and Cathy, ages seven and nine were then introduced to ...
Alone, I'm
I’m upstairs in my attic, writing in a new journal I had received for my fourteenth birthday.I’m away from Casey’s crazy tenth birthday party— Crash! My dad’s firm tone reminded Casey she can’t jump off her bunk bed, no matter how many girls have done it before here, nor how many times she begs, pleads, whines and even bribes him.“The answer is no.”A door closed. A pound caused a yell and then a fake apology. My decade-and-a-half year old brother, Decade, and his two so-called tough guy friends, Greg and Geoff, were pranking on Casey. Any minute now, shrieks were going to pierce the air...
A Simple Question
“I don’t know. Life’s been a little rough. I guess it’s been rough for everyone. It’s hard all around, you know? My job has been kind of shit, lately. It’s not even the work. I’m not that big of a people person; you know that. But even I can slap on a fake smile and turn up that customer service voice like it’s my second personality. It’s not the customers that are the problem. It’s the people I work with. “It’s insane what I put up with. There’s one manager I can stomach. She’s fine. I can respect her, though I can’t respect her views on some matters. Let’s just say if I met her outside of w...