Home Again_Golden black_Aftermath of Overthinking_HAPPY, UNHAPPY
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Home Again
TW: murder, suicide, reference to drugs, foul languageLily had absolutely no desire to ever return home, it held too many memories that still haunted hwww.onedoor.ccer to this day, but here she was at the Richmond Amtrak station getting ready to board a train destined for Jacksonville.“I don’t know why I even bother thinking Rachel will be around when I need her, she never has been in the past,” Lily mumbled to herself as she found her seat and settled in. “I know going home is hard for both of us but damn, am I always the one who has to do everything?”As the other passengers found their seats and stored th...
Golden black
Amari had been four when she had been taken in. The person who’d found her and then offered her a life of luxury and greatness had had really smooth skin. Not a single wrinkle, like a canvas stretched too thinly on flesh. She listened when he told her how powerful she could become, but was wary to go with him. Strangers were dangerous. But really, could someone cause her more hurt than she already had? She wanted out. She knew she should have waited, given more thought to it, checked if he was reliable, but when the man offered his hand to her, she took it, and told herself it was just to see ...
Aftermath of Overthinking
‘You can suffocate a thought by expressing it with too many words,’ a quote by Frank A Clark. Even the most complex thoughts and emotions could never be matched by simple words. Metaphors and similes can only go so far in this world of literature. I wish I could be mysterious with every sentence of mine to contain hidden meaning, or would that be too much? Too intimidating? Or not enough, and not reach the expectations of others? Or perhaps, I’ve over thought about this once again. My thoughts overwhelm me, too many for me to handle. ‘Thinking too much will create problems that weren't there ...
HAPPY, UNHAPPY
It looked lovely. And it was big, and I was seeing it for the first time. I could see the soccer field from the spaces in between the heavy black gate. The words ‘Randara International School’ were pasted on a large building in a capital, bold font. I had seen advertisements about it being one of the top all-boys boarding schools in the country – although which ad doesn’t make that claim? I assumed the building would be the main academic block. We were checking in at the gate where two guards were sitting, one on a chair outside the building, who presently stood up as my father went over to hi...