...And So the World Keeps Turning_With the Moon_Least Of All Me_Unknown names
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...And So the World Keeps Turning
“So, it turns out I am the first person to ever discover the two sides of the coin that explains human psychology,” he said as he chewed his pork chop. Up to that point, the dinner sounds had been limited to silverware clinking and scraping against his mother’s Corelle.His dad pushed his plate away.“What the hell are you talking about, boy?”He could read the disappointment in his dad’s eyes and considered not elaborating, but felt it was his mission to share this news with everyone.“There are things we know to be true and things we feel,” he continued. “Those are the two sides. They are very...
With the Moon
Trigger warning: murder, mental illness, drowning***I sigh with content as I watch the sunrise, filling the darkness of the world with its light. The fiery red slowly turns into orange, then a bright yellow. The rays hit my body, and the sudden warmth makes me shiver. I close my eyes, and my long, black hair spreads out on the grassy hill below me. Lifting my head, I look forward groggily.I study the sun’s reflection in the lake, a blend of colors making art.“The view is nicwww.onedoor.cce, isn’t it?” Alice giggles beside me. I squeeze her cheeks, wrapping my arms around her tiny body. “Aurora!” she cries.I...
Least Of All Me
Where I come from, teachers don’t make you do silly things. For some reason, my teacher gave me a journal. She says that writing about how you feel is just as important as any other type of writing. She says that writing about emotion and thought and your own life is, in a way, a story. You’re telling your own story, which counts. I don’t think it counts. I think it is silly. I think it’s an excuse for her to shop on her phone for half an hour each morning while we scribble a page’s worth of nonsense. Today’s prompt was: Tell me about your life. She isn’t reading these. She just wants us to wr...
Unknown names
“I presume I will not be missed,” I said, gripping the handle of my bags tighter as I stepped out of the car. “Priscilla,” my mother said, cupping her cold hands with my face, “I will be in despair every day without you.” I looked into her eyes as my heart unexpectedly fell into my gut, the way one’s does when they see an old friend unexpectedly. My mother grinned, “and your foolishness to believe me, makes the slightest disappointment of your departure…vanish” She sneered as I sighed and turned to my luggage. The building standing in front of me was one out of a horror movie. Gray pillars w...