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A Thousand Pieces and One Big One
Beth woke up all at once. The kind of waking up that ruins an entire day. The kind of instant unknown that makes a person forget why they once loved dreaming so much. It’s so sudden, how the thought of going back to sleep for just another hour because visions of elementary school felt so comforting, becomes an incomprehensible memory. What was so great about elementary school?Trying to think of all the things that could turn this day around, she considered going to the grocery store or cleaning the house. Maybe write a letter to herself, or complete an item off of the never-ending to-do list o...
sticky notes
Sticky notes littered his bedroom wall. Yellow, green, blue, and the hot pink that used to be yours. He kept a pen in his pocket, a black ball point, and a notepad in the other one. He forgot a lot of things. Simple things, like what he ate for breakfast, and important things too, like doctor appointments. He remembered the day you two met though. One of the only long-term things he remembered. www.onedoor.cc He didn’t remember what you were wearing or the place, but he remembered the feelings. The scramble of getting your number on his phone because he was afraid that if he wrote it in his notepad, he’d f...
Egerton Close
He stepped off the bus and looked longingly after it, until it was but a speck in the distance. The raindrops carried a soothing pitter-patter to them as they landed on his umbrella. Their rhythm ill-matched the violent turmoil brewing inside him. He was in oblivion, and for that reason he did not immediately realize the clear, straight road ahead of him, one he presumed would take at least some time to find. “Egerton Close”, read the sign to the right of it. The Close seemed significantly more foreboding with each step he took to cross the road the bus had left by. He looked back but there wa...
May Our Love Be Eternal
A coldness hovered over the blinding white streets as Mr. Verratti returned from the World Trade Center. The clouds concealed the sky in a dreary grey monotone while the sun cowered behind them. Pale crystals blanketed the ground as flurry snow danced through the air. He trudged across the frosty ground, brushing a light dusting of snowflakes off his brown leather trench coat. His face contorted into a scowl as he stepped onto the welcome mat, for the gelid water had soaked his Testoni dress shoes.Shivering, Mr. Verratti fidgeted with his keys, his hands bright red and stiff. A gust of wind b...