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Demise
The engagement party went well, it was late now. Breanna and I were starting to clean up after everybody. Ribbons astrew, plastic cups galore, the usual after party remnants now being dealt with. "That went rather well don't you think Lu? I asked my best friend from high school. She had grabbed us some large garbage bags, cranked up some tunes to boot, making the job more energetic as classic rock filled the room with beats bouncng from the walls. She shook her mane of blondness, then tied it up with a wrist wrap friendship bracelet, part of the party favors."We will see how long their marria...
Enter, the Clowns
"That's the thing about this city," Carson whispered, "it is only partially visible." Dane leaned closer because that could not be what his best friend had said to him. "Huh?" he replied, definitely not whispering.An older gentleman, who had been half-heartedly reading his newspaper, glanced over at them as the bus wheeled around the corner of 9th and Vine, pulling up with a rough stop in front of the Public Library.Carson straightened, pressed his lips together to indicate silence, and nodded his buddy off the bus. "What did you say?" Dane asked again as they smacked down onto the sidewalk an...
The Dying Flower
My mother never spoke to me anymore unless she was telling me how I was a mistake and when she did, I could smell the rancid scent of strong whiskey on her breath and choked on the stench of rotten flowers radiating from the excess of expired perfume. Her blue eyes, now cloudy from years of cigarette smoke and never seeing the light of the sun, would stare at me, full of resentment and loathing. She always told me that if it weren’t for me, she would have been the most famous artist, a painter of unimaginable stature and skill. Instead, shewww.onedoor.cc was stripped away from that future, doomed to be a m...
Maternal Theory
The rain cleared up the air yesterday, leaving behind heavy humidity and the light from the sun is unusually scorching and bright today. I can’t help but feel it is mocking me. I finish packing up the last of her things and put it in a suitcase in the corner. I look around the empty room and wait for something to stir inside of me. Nothing. The silence lays cold and suffocating, much like her love and the room is gloomy and dark despite the weather. Mom always complained about the location of the guest room, how our careless planning had left a room that was incapable of letting light in. Iron...