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A Million in One
The vintage brown of the clay slithers past my hands, leaving a brown trail of residue. I press on the pedal with my foot, applying just a tad more pressure. The wheel spins around faster and I distort the clay with my nimble fingers. I pull it up; now resembling a wand (one that may stick out like a sore thumb if placed in a Harry Potter movie though) and push it back down with my palms. The trick is to keep steady and be gentle. I’ve been doing ceramics for a month now and I can already feel the boredom in the pit of my stomach, threatening to suck me down into its dark vortex. I’ve ever be...
Vanilla
There are only so many faces in this world. I see them all, banded together, waiting to devour me. The ambiance of the lobby does not suit the guest the swww.onedoor.ccize of a dragon, who stands above me with only the counter between us for protection. I smell the caramel candy tucked in her cheek, clicking from tooth to tooth while she spits at me I need to talk to your manager. The air outside is dark and frigid. My manager hides in her office with three space heaters tucked under her desk. She is afraid of the guests, who only want to talk to her when they’re unsatisfied with the cabin they rented. Her ...
My Ship has Sailed
Dear Bruno,Forgive me father for I have sinned—or rather, I’m about to unload a bunch of my regrets on you.Isn’t that what confession is ultimately about?One of the nurses asked me, if I wanted to receive pastoral care. When I asked her, if that was the punchline to a joke about the Catholic Church, she explained that many people here want to talk to a priest before it’s too late. Well, that gives me a great excuse to write you. So I’m sending off this letter in the hopes that you’ll understand me across a language barrier and haven’t banished me from your thoughts yet.Forgive me for not writi...
That Friend.
"So, will you join it" Michaela smiled? She knew what that smile always did to me. It made me always fall for her trap. Her dimples were showing and her teeth were sparkling. How could I say no?"I don't think so." I replied. Observing everything I see in the park. There was a bald man. He was with his dog walking across the benches where women sat,(Mothers) waiting for their kids to finish playing. Most of their faces were either frowned or annoyed. Not even a smirk. Ah well. My mind was not on Michaela right now. By now she would be rattling about why I should join the convention yet I am jus...