The Faces of Anxiety_THE TWINS_An Evening of Fashion_WHILE.... STILL IN THE WOMB.
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The Faces of Anxiety
My heart is pounding. My vision narrows to a single point. All sounds are louder than before, and yet, I understand none of it. I am terrified. Worse yet, I look it. As anxiety grips my heart, I wonder if anyone can tell how quickly my heart beats or that I am afraid to interact with others. I wonder If they understand that I am not arrogant or self-important, but rather that I am afraid. I ruminate over every interaction, rehearsing all, from my greetings to my repartees. But alas, none of it ever happens. Imagine a tall young man with fluffy curly hair, warm honey-colored eyes and a smatte...
THE TWINS
Word count: 1,140 wordsTHE TWINSElizabeth and Maggie, twins, were two old ladies who lived next door when I was growing up. At the instigation of my mother, I used to bring them handmade birthday cards, on the 4th of July, their birthday.“Now, Maggie,” Elizabeth would say when I visited them as a kid, “our young neighbor was kind enough to drop by with birthday cards, so let me talk. I always was the most sensible of the two of us. You just hush up and keep quiet, and I’ll do the talking.”Elizabeth certainly dominated Maggie. They grew roses in their garden and sat out there during the summer ...
An Evening of Fashion
The Fashion Club Hall of Fame was considering inviting new members into their elite high society fashion forum. Elite fashions from yesteryear were all in attendance. A simple white dress, was in attendance, scrawled with a message in red that could only be called TTR.The owners of the dresses "could not be found" to join this meeting; just the fashions and clothes, themselves. TTR was the first dress to arrive and sat at a shiny glass boardroom table. Also expected to arrive was a Pink Pantsuit that insists on being called 'Salmon'; a multi shaded Brown Pantsuit gone deaf from it's owner's c...
WHILE.... STILL IN THE WOMB.
“What is growing inside you, the life you are carrying, the soul you are nourishing, the spirit that you are going to bring into the world is going to be both.... a boon and a curse. “ The exact words of my guru, that shook me to my very core. Who am I? And why was my child going to be both a boon and a curse for the world? How come my child was going to be a boon and a curse? A curse? A curse?Angelina Ray. That is me. A name. A lady of colour living in the world of whites. I was privileged to have been born and married into a family which had yet a considerable amount of respect in this socie...