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Raspberry Cookies
It was a bleak December day when I got the confirming call. It was Dolores, my grandmother’s hospice nurse, informing me that she had passed away in the night. I thanked her for calling me then hung up hastily, taking shuddering breaths. I had no more family. My grandfather had died 5 years prior, swept away by dementia, now my grandmother was gone. She had been alone in her house for 3 years except for my occasional visitswww.onedoor.cc since I left and, of course, Dolores. I had been alone, too, for the first 8 years of my life. My father was unknown and my mother was disturbed, she loved drugs more than ...
The Struggles of Change
*Trigger Warning: Contains violence and offensive language“Today’s the day I change.” Arthur stared at his reflection in the mirror as he repeated this phrase to himself. Change is not a simple thing for a person stuck in mundanity, but Arthur was determined to transform his life. He looked out the window at the sun shining amidst the clouds. He would no longer bend under the weight of society or those that drag him down. Arthur was a changed man.The walls of Arthur’s office were painted a drab gray which he found somewhat demotivating so he decided to have it repainted into a more exciting sh...
promise of the hunter
“Malcom! I will not keep silent about this!” Lavender yells, which does not happen often. He looks slightly stunned by her tone of voice and runs his hand anxiously through his dirty blond hair.. “Your crazy! He’ll kill us both!” He whispers angrily even though they are alone. “Not if we tell, how can he kill us from jail?” She says annoyed. “He’ll just send someone else. Remember, that’s what happened to my brother.” Malcom says, his voice cracking slightly as he mutters those deadly words. Lavender looks sorrowfully down at the soft, white fur carpet under her feet. “There’s no getting aroun...
The Way Forward
The Way Forward“You’ll never be content,” he said. “We’ve got a good thing going, Amanda. Why ruin it?” That was a typical Tyler-like thing to say. First, he would plead, then he would rant, finally, he would purport to know her better than she knew herself. It was their fifth break-up in two years, and she was determined to make it stick this time. She wouldn’t allow him to use his words to destroy her resolve. “You know you can’t make it on your own.” He smirked. “You’ve never even spent a night by yourself.” “Whatever,” she said, rising from her seat. “I wanted to end this relationship amic...