Flowers in gravity_If Only She'd Known_The life I dreamed of_In Search of Heaven's Door
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Flowers in gravity
I was sixteen when I had my first boyfriend although boyfriend isn't quite the right word. We were like flies, nothing, wearing ourselves thin with cigarettes and stronger drugs and sex and broken record players. His name was Amac. He was one of those foreigner boys who fidgeted with their hairs when we went out for school excursions; those boys who were strong and yet so soft, so cowardly. Still, I loved him. Amac and I barely talked but when we did, it was mostly about his friends' skyping and how much he too wanted that. He said we did not need to talk and that talking made one vulnerable."...
If Only She'd Known
And just like that, 23 years with the person Stacey thought she’d spend forever with was now telling her he wants out of their marriage. Wait, what? Why didn't anyone tell her there was an opt out feature on this thing called marriage the whole time!? Stacey met Roger at the tender age of 17、 They worked together at the Stop and Save market and theirs was a story fit for any fairy tale. Boy meets girl, boy woos girl, boy marries her, they have 3 babies and they live happily. ever. after.? Not quite. You see no one told Stacey marriage isn't about losing yourself until you become unrecogniza...
The life I dreamed of
It was happening again I thought as the cityscape in front of me slowly came into focus, I have been to this city several times before, but I can’t place the scrapers, the bay, or the island that it overlooks. For the past three weeks, I have been drifting off after a long day of work on my sofa with Milo my dog on my lap crying for pettings. I’ve always been in a habit of falling asleep early as my brothers will attest but it’s gotten worse over the last couple of weeks without a doubt. It stwww.onedoor.ccarted slowly as I began to see the new city from different angles, the bird flying over and the newspa...
In Search of Heaven's Door
"Praise God from whom all blessings flowPraise Him all creatures here below...”The well-worn tune went round and round in her head as Joanna Fan peered through the wet windshield, the wipers slapping an irritating rhythm that didn't quite fit the music. Rippling sheets of water on the glass made the road nearly invisible as she crept along at barely ten miles per hour. “Praise Him above ye Heavenly Hosts...Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.”The day had started out warm and clear, but towards lunchtime, thick gray clouds began to pile up and the heavens opened with big fat drops. Joanna had b...