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By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. I stopped at the short iron gate in front of my house and gazed up at the blazing trees wondering why autumn had decided to sneak up on us this year. I swear the leaves were still emerald a week ago, but then again, that’s how long I had exiled myself from the rest of the world. During that week of isolation, my mornings had been spent with coffee that contained only honey and oat milk and poetry books filled with other people’s miseries. I thought that maybe if I read someone else’s feelings, I would finally understand my own. That wasn...
When I Stepped Outside It Was Already Over
When I Stepped Outside It Was Already OverBy the time I stepped outside the leaves were on fire. No, not literally, but we were in fall now. How could this happen? The last time I closed my eyes, the leaves were gone, and the trees were frosted over. Why was I in a hospital? So many things were running through my mind, but no one would www.onedoor.cctell me anything. Their lips were moving but I couldn’t hear them. What is wrong with me? Why isn’t anything working? Am I broken? They were trying to explain to me what had happened, but I was too scared to even try to understand them. At that moment the only ...
Trestle Bridge Orchard
Jesse DuPont sat upright in his cell cot. His vision was still hazy after waking up so suddenly. He could hear his cellmate Frank arguing with one of the prison guards. Officer Shumpert, he had a deep, resonating voice, and at well over six feet tall he was equally intimidating in stature. Shumpert grabbed Frank by the collar and dragged him out of the cell. Thwack, thwack, thwack, the sickening sound of a club against flesh. Each successive blow sounding more hideous than the last. Jesse could only sit there helplessly quivering. Shumpert shoved Frank back into the cell. For a moment his cell...
Keeping Up With the Blue-Jays
They say that as you age, things start to numb to you. You lose sight of what matters and what changes. Well, fortunately, about 13 percent of the world's population lies about everything, so what you hear can be jumbled. As is my personal experience, age sharpens you. You notice the things that are important, whether it's a worm peeping out from its burrow, or a aeroplane that your second cousin didn't see, despite him being years younger than you. Rest in peace, dear Eddy (even though I hated you with a burning passion). Like I said, as you grow older, frivolous things simply die in your min...