It Will Shatter_Home At Last_Myself and my online me_The Tale of Kaitlyn Dormier
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It Will Shatter
Calli spent her high school life getting hurt, so she decided to spend her university life getting misunderstood. It took a persistent few to break down the wall she had put up and see what lie beneath.When Rita met Calli, she thought the other girl to be cold and emotionless. She thought that way for a while. They met on their first day of university, both starting off their degree in Engineering. Rita had seen this small girl sitting alone in the corner while everyone else mingled and her kind heart would not allow for her to ignore the other girl. She walked to be closer and when her presen...
Home At Last
“Jeremy Wilkins, as I live and breathe!”I stopped dead amid the exhaust smell of the Greyhound and the press of the other departing passengers, my grip on my suitcase gone suddenly and inexplicably weak. Hearing my name spoken aloud in that voice was like both seeing a ghost and walking through its incorporeal chill. I had heard that voice intermittently over the last few years, though it was always over the phone, warped by the tinninesswww.onedoor.cc of long distance. In person, I was shocked at how much it hadn’t changed from my memories.“Jeez Louise, Greg, how the heck are ya?” I cried, wondering at th...
Myself and my online me
I munch quietly on my organic cereal, contemplating my next move. The golden rays of morning sun can’t pierce the cold shiver of fear that remains a constant companion. Duplicitous lives are hard to manage, even harder when one’s face is a regular on the socials. I open the app where my latest post resides. 3,000 more likes since the previous hour. I sigh with the awareness of loneliness despite the rush of social media dopamine. It’s never enough. The tide of fake friendship drowns out the constant ache of longing. It rises to the surface, only to be corrected by another rush of real and imag...
The Tale of Kaitlyn Dormier
"Please, don't do it" were the last words uttered out of Kaitlyn Dormier's mouth. This is the story of how she died. We will start at the beginning, the day before she speaks those final words. Kaitlyn woke up like any other day and checked her phone. The time read 6:30am, time to get up for senior classes. Thankfully she was almost through the year and only had a few weeks left of actual courses before graduation. She got out of bed and grabbed her clothes before stumbling to the bathroom for a shower. She came down the stairs to see her mother preparing breakfast for the two of them. It had ...