A Thousand Grains Of Sand_On the way out_dust bunnies_An ordeal in faith
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A Thousand Grains Of Sand
I turn down the music as I approach the parking lot, eyes scanning for the nearest spot. I park and turn off my car, but don’t get out.I’m not sure I’m ready.Then again, I don’t think I ever will be. With a sigh, i get out of my car, shoving my phone into my hoodie pocket. This beach was a special place for my family and I. We went every chance we got, and I’d practically grown up here. Every grain of sand held a memory of mine, from the moment I could form memories to now. I had a necklace with sand from this beach, my twin brother had made it himself, and had counted out 1,000 grains of sand...
On the way out
I should have thought twice before subscribing to that health magazine. While I knew it was not a good idea, my desire for a longer life drew me to it. I was inspired after finding an article that commended people for stepping out of their comfort zones to discover happiness. It got me thinking. After pondering for a few days, which turned into weeks, which turned into a whole month, it dawned on me that my life consisted of one big comfort zone, about the size of a Walmart store.Since few people expect to find happiness in a Walmart store and since the article was so well written, I shared i...
dust bunnies
When I was little, Mum said I had itchy bones. In packed restaurants or sweaty roller-coaster lines, I shifted my weight until my heels throbbed. I picked at my nails on my way to the dentist -- tore up my bottom lip waiting to graduate. She would smooth my hair down and hum until the itch made way for static. Nestled in a corner of the Royal Infirmary, waiting room four, I clench my eyes shut until paint-like blotches splat against my eyelids. I can’t emulate her hands. She’s in a backless gown, tubes sprouting from her like weeds from soil.The clock above the door has been stuck for six days...
An ordeal in faith
"An ordeal in faith, she named her first story in the diary. It was her new diary. She was a regular writer and religiously filled the pages www.onedoor.ccof her diary.Penning down her ideas, she began narrating her own story. She wrote -“A string of faith is enough to stride over the oceans of turmoil…”“Do I have a right to live my life on my terms?” This is the vital question that governs my life. I have been all throughout living my life for others – my family, my relatives, my friends……‘My’ though was not in essence connected to ‘Myself’.I won my case.Today is the day, the 19th of May… The day of the tr...