The Sun and the Ashes_The Ghost Writer_Withering Dreams On An Autumn's Evening_A Two-Alarm Fire
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The Sun and the Ashes
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. My dreams from countless nights had apprised me, but once I laid my eyes on it, I knew I wasn’t ready to see it. To imagine I had to endure it, what could remain from such destruction and what beautiful colors would be lost to leave behind burned wood and black piles of ashes that the October wind would make sure to vanish as well.My dreams had already warned me, and yet, I preferred to avoid it. Every morning the ache I felt on my body ended up on nothing but glimmers of denial and relief, a bittersweet relief.There, at the front of my s...
The Ghost Writer
Trigger warning: suicideAs Beth climbed the thirteen flights of stairs to the fourteenth floor, she rehearsed in her mind what she was going to say to Devon when she broke the news to him that she was leaving him. With each step, her resolve to finally follow through on this, now 8-month endeavor of ceasing her six-year relationship with Devon, a failed and failed again writer who was never quite able to write that breakthrough novel he always talked about. Over the course of the six years, escalating fiercely to new extremes in just the past few months, Devon had grown even more entrenched in...
Withering Dreams On An Autumn's Evening
“By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire,” thought Kurt Lawson as he strummed his harp in an uncomfortable chair beside his grandmother Iris who lay on the cheaply built hospital bed. Not a modicum of sentience coursed through her rapidly dying body. Her own name roused irony as her irises were tinted a milky and discolored gray from their usual beam of inwww.onedoor.cctoxicatingly icy blue. Iris had taught Kurt to play the instrument, and he, like any perfectionist, sharpened his skills so that it would be virtually impossible to discern the difference between his self-proclaimed “amateur” t...
A Two-Alarm Fire and Mashed Potatoes
Families can be fiery places, sometimes bringing out the worst in us. Ours is no exception. There were usually feisty arguments, heated discussions, and even a few insults. A newcomer to the family might be intimidated, afraid, or terrified by certain conversations, which, for our family, is table talk. Some of it is negative, but not meant to be. Grudges, while extant, are the exception.“I am glad you are going with me to our family Thanksgiving,” I told Kayden the evening before. I made bread and potatoes for the gathering, a tradition that extends decades. Some of the attendees, ad...