December's End_Under the Moon_A birthday I will never forget._Drink to Me with Thine Eyes…
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December's End
The bitter cold was starling that year, coming out of nowhere and biting those in the ass that still remembered the weather of only a week before. Jennifer was probably hit the hardest with her landlord on her tail about work, her bills putting her nearly in debt, and trying not to lose her sanity in the mess called her mind. Lately the clock on the wall has been her entertainment, falling in and out of sleep every other hour trying to forget about her problems. Trying to forget about the man that yells for her to get money, just so that she can give most of her paycheck to him so she can sim...
Under the Moon
TW: suicide attempt-----Tonight, the moon is smiling down at me, her teeth glimmering in the night. But I know in a few days, I won't be able to see her at all, and my memories will be lost in the waves. So before that happens, I must recount the interesting things that have happened in the past ten days. ~Nine days before today, a woman visited me. She wore a black dress with a gray shawl, and her hair was dark brown and long. Around her neck was a locket in the shape of a boat. She walked towards me slowly, dragging her bare feet through the sand. The sun had just set, and the sky was still ...
A birthday I will never forget.
It was a cold Sunday morning I was in 9th grade and I had lost my father 9 www.onedoor.ccyears ago. But I always believed that my mom lied to me about his death and he was still alive. I was too young to lose him at that time but now I had learned how to live without him. Not that I didn't miss him, I missed him every second but I had to move on in life. I had always dreamed of becoming an army officer just like him. I wished that one day I will become an army officer and I knew my father will be proud wherever he is. I always believed he is still watching me from somewhere which pushed me to work harder.I ...
Drink to Me with Thine Eyes…
It was our poem… To Celia, by Ben Jonson. Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I’ll not look for wine.He’d recite it as we drank scalding coffee on the steps in front of the Youth Centre. I told him that my dream was to open a coffee shop where people would not hesitate to come in, even if they were alone.He painted the sign for me as a surprise – “To Celia”, it said. I had the name of the shop, even before I had started saving up for it. We were just eighteen years old, and there was no Crowdfunding, back then.Eventually, I did o...