9-5_Songwriter_I DIDN'T KNOW I HAD IT IN ME_Bear, With Me

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I DIDN'T KNOW I HAD IT IN ME

Bear, With Me

9-5

TW: Self harmRon cranes his neck to stare blankly at the cuckoo clock hanging just above eye level. It is 4 :12AM and the toilet seat is beginning to leave an impression on his bum. Six minutwww.onedoor.cces have past yet time seems to stand still. Nothing matters. Not one damn thing. The crease marks are the least of Rons’ worries. Wiping, he stands, forgets to flush and so the hot, dry and somewhat toxic air continues to permeate the premises. Shaved facial hair from weeks past and toothpaste crust the sides of the sink and a towel full of mildew slumps on the floor.  Old episodes of Jersey Shore play on ...piUone door

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Akari picked up her guitar, sat down on the balcony, and gazed out at the city. Distant honking, dogs barking somewhere in the world below, lights flashing everywhere as the world inched toward twilight. The warm breeze brushed her cheek, and in the wind she could smell a burning hint of smoke and exhaust fumes. Akari closed her eyes, and imagined the world in flames. When she opened them again, her eyes caught the tinge of red lining the horizon. Off to the west the sun is setting behind the rise and fall of the buildings and the hills; off to the east, the expressway is lighting up, filling ...piUone door

I DIDN'T KNOW I HAD IT IN ME

I enjoy reading. I enjoy reading so much that housework doesn’t get done, dinner is late, I miss my stop, I am thinking of what I just read and writing, in my head, what should happen next. I enjoy reading so much that I came to the conclusion that I could write a book. So I started. I would try to write after work, in the evenings, on weekends, but only when I had something to write. It’s not as easy as I thought it might be. Do all writers go through this? Do writers just sit down and the words flow from their fingers? Could be, who knows? I have never had the opportunity to interview a wri...piUone door

Bear, With Me

CW: violenceA bear meandered at the edge of the backyard, big and brown. Bears weren’t native to the area, so this merited some wide-eyed gawking. It even earned the kids’ attention, had them scrambling over furniture—and each other—to join Liam by the sliding glass door. Emily looked uneasy.The apple tree at the back of the yard had dropped fruit in a ten-foot radius around its base. The bear gobbled them up. With its dog-like face and mannerisms, and the way it used its tongue like a spoon, Liam found it rather cute. But the cloud of dirt that flew from its fur when it shook spoiled the frie...piUone door