Memere And Her Things_Breaking My Silence... because breaking my face hasn’t worked yet_Snow Journal
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Memere And Her Things
She was buried alive, well figuratively speaking, but her house was over run with the unimaginable. My grandmother loved to buy things; it was not only her hobby but her passion. Another passion she was famous for, although she thought she was discreet about, was being a kleptomaniac. My grandmother Doris, an old French woman (or “Old Maid” as my mother calls her) loves things. She was married once a long time ago for just a short while and now remains alone but with many things. As I step into her house, I see handmade dolls each embroidered with a name, none of which belong to any of her ch...
Breaking My Silence... because breaking my face hasn’t worked yet
“I exist” Quietly at first, cranked out with all the rust and strain of century-old water pumps, that Brigid had no business hoarding in her throat. They were for her 17 years. Not yet. Not if you asked any of her 50 some odd or she stopped counting when they started touching her. Oops, there she goes again. Dishing out too much. Mixing her metaphors and that’s not what it means? I doubt any of them would be listening anyway. No one looked at her, yet all eyes glared in the direct spotlight ofwww.onedoor.cc her direction.“I exist?!" Mom’s gasps were always the clutching of pearls, you’d think there was no ...
Snow Journal
SNOW JOURNAL - ENTRY 1Waking up to see snow is one of the most incredible things.And especially as a 13 year old girl who rarely gets to go outside. My name is Emily. And I'm an orphan.I don't get to go outside much simply because the hag that owns the orphanage isn't exactly the nicest woman. But I understand that if she let one of us go outside, she'd have to let us all go and that's probably not a good idea. Some of the boys here would give her trouble.My best friend Margaret, she's 17, says she is becoming poor. And that she might lose the orphanage. Which is funded through multiple founda...
Inner Dark
Good morning. I'd like to pick up where we left off during our last session. Could we go back to the line you wrote when you said you thought suicide might be an option for you.What about it?Do you think about suicide often?Well, that wasn't really me writing that, was it?I think it was you. You admit to being the author. Your name is on the cover. I don't think anyone, least of all you, can deny that you wrote the sentence. I've written a lot of sentences, friend. You, more than most, should know that.No one is disputing that. What I would like to discuss is your feelings of hopelessness an...