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The Schyler Farm
I stare out at the vast acres of farmland, golden sunlight glinting over the fields. Five generations of Schyler owned land. Soon it will be dark, and then the sun will rise, and I will have to tell them what I've decided.I rub my finger absently over the lip of the window, feeling the old wood beneath, the paint long ago flaked off. This house is as old as those tilled fields. And just as unreliable when it comes to steadily providing for a family. But I suppose that is part of the glory, as my grandfather used to say. To work hard and sometimes fail. To work harder and sometimes succeed.The ...
Her Note
Trigger warning: suicide, self-harm, sexual assault, drugsOn this, the evening of my departure from this mortal form, I bequeath to my loved ones all that is theirs. Take what I give you and know that it is the most I could have possibly given. I give, with this generous heart, the following items to the following people:To my mother I leave my nervous foot-first birth and the pain of a “husband stitch”. I leave the scars on your breast from nursing past when my wisdom teeth came in. I leave a rope of umbilical cord still attached and a placenta ripe for consumption. I leave my hate for m...
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It's incredibly hot. It's still more humid. Even indoors, I can't get cool. I, however, am not indoors. I'm outside in the thick of this summer's horrendous weather. Apparently, “rookie” reporters must weather the weather whatever the weather. I wouldn't mind on any other day, but this week has reeked disappointments enough already.“You,” my boss called from behind me as I walked into the conference room.Deep breath, I coached myself mentally. Three years. How can she still not remember my name after three years?When I turn around, my eye latched on the outfit my boss was sporting that day. Ev...
The Little World
IThe first thing she saw when she landed was the sun filtering through tall, still blades of grass. Eerily still, as if the wind had just stopped. Already this made her think she was in a dream. So it didn’t surprise her that the second thing she saw was his face. It had skittered through her dreams before. Roland, one antenna leaning roguishly askance, just as it had long, lwww.onedoor.ccong ago before the two of them had even shed their last juvenile exoskeletons. She blinked her small, black eyes and drank in the warm, damp air. Roland’s mouthparts curled open into a smile that scrunched his eyes into tw...