Pondering Boots_Sins of the father_Broken Image_Eggplant rolls
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Pondering Boots
Amy stared at her reflection. Wondering how things have gotten so off course. Once a young babe bouncing on Mommas' lap. Smiling and cooing at her reflection. So innocent and one track minded. Food and playing, always demanding to be entertained.That favorite baby doll, Lucy, almost always cuddled in my arms. Lucy needed to be loved on and rocked to sleep. Or was it me that needed to be rocked to sleep? Big sister did her best to keep me occupied as I followed her around like a lost pup.The time flies when we don't want it to. Those awkward years didn't stick around for long enough. My reflect...
Sins of the father
She tried to open her mouth and call Caitlyn her friend but she couldn’t, she swww.onedoor.cclowly opened her eyes to darkness, she trained her ears for any sign of anything rather than dread that crept up her spine only to pick up a faint muffling sound followed by shuffling all around her, she thought of patting herself and check for injuries but her hands are bound and by the feel of the knot whoever tied her up is no amateur because that is a constrictor knot, she opted using her legs only to feel they are tucked in a hay sack and tapped together.She tried thinking of what happened last night only to dr...
Broken Image
TW: Adult themes, implied familial abuse, severe mental health struggles, and self-harm.Once, in a cramped little apartment within the heart of the Silk Strip, there were two young men.One of them was called James.James. Soft fluffy hair, slender frame, soft-spoken and skittish. A woodland fox of a man that scurried quickly from work-task to work-task like he was nervous he wouldn’t be permitted to finish.His eyes snapped open at the exact time of 6:29 AM every morning, fueled by what appeared to be the express intention of working himself to death. Actually, James did not wake up thinking thi...
Eggplant rolls
I absolutely hate cutting garlic and onions, the smell clings to my hands for days after I've come in contact with it. No matter how much I scrub the scent lingers. It may just be in my head, or maybe not. I have tried the rubbing my hands on steel trick, scrubbing with salt and baking soda hack. I have even succumbed to the notion that peanut butter would do the trick. Nothing ever works, and now I'm out a spoonful of peanut butter. Yet, I cut them anyways, I do not really have much choice in the matter here. She asked for me to prepare a recipe that involves fried onions garlic, I will make ...