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Wildlife
She Said “You can’t be serious? I can’t be expected to meet you out in the middle of nowhere, I mean, I don’t actually know you and this is our first date. We have to meet somewhere public in case you’re a creeper or serial killer. You get that right?” I knew genuine fear infused my voice in the recorded message and I was ok with that. Once again I started wondering if I should cut my losses with this guy and not bother talking to him again. I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised, his screen name on Match is “ShyGuy.” But come on, who suggests meeting five miwww.onedoor.ccles down a primitive hiking trail in ...
A Selfish Past
I do not understand what my grandmother told me before when she was 58 years old, when she was still alive. She said that her grandfather told her that the earth used to be cold. No smokes. Filled with green and healthy trees. No one has to buy their own oxygen to live. I could never imagine how it feels. And I think he's lying about that because if no one ever use oxygen, they should have died now. I sounds impossible. My grandmother was 59 years old when she died. Old right? I know. She's one of the elder who lived long in this country. But I miss her. We were always happy even if we're just...
Good Afternoon, Good Evening, and Goodnight
My mind wasn't made the right way. It's a constant battle between reality and the thoughts inside of my head. They twist my reality like it's some contortionist at the circus.I've sort of convinced myself that the only way I can achieve happiness is by going to Fiji. It happened when I was 13 and I watched the Truman Show. Just like how Truman thought that the girl of his dreams was in Fiji and that he had to go there to find her, I think that I have to go to Fiji to find out the truth. I don't know what I’m searching for but I know it’ll be there. You see, my brain is malleable, and the seco...
Above and Below
Have you ever been so terrified you couldn’t move? No. Probably not.But It happens often to me. I am frightened of so many things.As the smoky haze closed in around me, My legs stayed planted on the blackened rug. One of the beams had fallen from the ceiling and now I watched, unable to run from my burning home. My father was under that beam. I couldn’t bring myself to go over and help him out. I couldn’t even move to save myself. I was petrified. Paralized by my fear.“Colette!” He called.He wouldn’t ask me to save him. He wasn’t like that. My father would want me to save myself, to go and liv...