TEN YEARS OF WAR_Fénix in Finisterre_Olivia_Dear Diary,
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TEN YEARS OF WAR
Hot and stifling, the slight eveninwww.onedoor.ccg breeze brought no respite from the constant heat that pervaded the city in the summer months. At one time, at this time of night, the streets would have been packed with neighbours and friends out walking in the parks or by the edge of the river, picnicking and spitting sunflower seeds onto the arid floor. Cigarette smoke mingling with the strong fragrance of coffee, children would scream in excitement as they bravely shot air gun pellets at rows of balloons strung in line, floating in the river. Now the parks were deserted, the trees bent and broken, the s...
Fénix in Finisterre
Trigger warnings: contained scenes depicting mental health, suicide/self harm, substance abuse, and physical violence.Finisterre, present dayMari Carmen stared at the items she had thrown into this metal barrel which had been set up as a firepit by her hospitalero1. A stack of origami hearts with hidden love letters, a heart-shaped spatula from their spoon carving class, and a home-made pilgrim shell painted with the blues of the sea and the vivid splashes of red and orange representing the sunset she had witnessed moments ago from the rocks at Cape Finisterre, “Finis Terrae” meaning literal...
Olivia
C/TW: Death.I hear them arguing outside my room.“Noah, PLEASE, we can’t leave him like this, we CAN’T be like this.”“Jade, look-Jade, just listen to me! Look at me! You are being emotional. You aren’t thinking rationally! We have a life here and-”“We HAD a life here, Noah, we HAD!”My mom lets out a wail. A loud and terrible sickly wail that grips at your heart and makes your hair stand on end.I sink my head in between my knees to drown everything out.Everything is dark and quiet, everywhere you look all you see is a black void.Just where I want to be.The door to my room opens and I lift my hea...
Dear Diary,
From the moment I woke up at 3:42 on Thursday, I knew the day would be full of trials of my patience. I woke up needing a drink of water, but went back to bed the night after wishing for a lobotomy. I moved slowly out of the tangle of blankets that told what my boyfriend and I engaged in last night. I didn’t want to wake Greg up, so I tiptoed downstairs to the kitchen where much needed hydration was waiting. Many counters caused me bruises on my hips from attempting to traverse my new house in the darkness, and it took all my control to refrain from swearing loud enough to wake my spouse. Fina...