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Fall into Ashes
It had been nearly a year. 10 months ago, a life full of promise and hope, had ended abruptly. Not a physical life…but a shared one. A life with another person. People say that when a relationship ends, it can feel similar to the grief someone feels when mourning a loved one who has passed. A void. One that persists…unsure of when that cavity will be filled, if ever.That’s how it was for Phoenix. Phoenix met Lily his junior year of high school, during an archetypal period of insecurity and uncertainty. The world felt intimidating to someone who never had a firm foundation to stand on. Friend ...
Withering Gaffe
It was gone. It was all gone. My life as I knew it had gone up in flames, and no one cared. It seemed like the last six months had been a hell storm of tragedy after tragedy for my family. My mother had been diagnosed with stage three breast cancer four months prior. My brother came clean about hidden addiction to prescription pain pills two months prior. Worst of all, my beloved sister had mysteriously been murdered not even a month ago. If our family was a house, the foundation would be cracked and damaged. The roof would would need repair, leaking and causing damage inside. The walls would...
Does the Cap and Gown Make Me Grown?
She stood there, a can of soda clutched in her hand. The bathroom was the only place in the house where she could be alone. The condensation from the drink was cold, making her hands freeze. It was a good feeling. The cold kept her from getting stuck in her own head. She leaned over the sink, taking a tentative sip in the hopes it would keep herself from getting sick. It didn’t work.The noise from the party bled through the doors. Her party. Her graduation party. Amy sat the drink down, grabbing a rag from the sink and running it under some water from the spigot. She wiped her face, erasing th...
Facing the fight, oh, and the monsters too
There was once a young child playing out in a field one day when they stumbled across a trapdoor. Only the handle was sticking out and with a kick of dust and multiple pulls from the skinny little arms it finally cracked open.It tore through the roots and the smawww.onedoor.ccll child couldn’t help but to think that it was opening all too slowly. Faster faster faster! The mind racing, the arms straining, the door creaking until it finally opened. Inside was the epitome of imagination. A whole new world to be explored lay beyond the small wooden frame, it held creatures that put Narnia to shame, monsters mo...