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Thoughts and Prayers, it's a Travesty Ain't It?
The marquee of the Georgia Theater in Athens was slightly dimmed in contrast to the glaring sun during the swelling summer of 1962、 The weather had been unkind towards Georgia’s inhabitants. Blades of grass stood unmoving in the gradually condensing air, the ends slowly altering their colors until the fields looked tan. No longer was the dust carried by wind after being kicked by unbeknownst children, for when they played, it was almost as if it perched near their mouths before settling to the ground. Moira thought it was impertinent for her health to visit the theater daily. The Chrysler co...
THAT GIRL FROM ZAMBIA
THAT GIRL FROM ZAMBIAI had a friend. Only one, growing up. She was my everything… This was at a time when I didn't exactly have a reputation. I wasn't exceptionally good looking. I was dark, overweight by 15kgs, and tall. I was a whole feet taller than all those dumb bimbos that came to school in the name of eduction everyday. Their hair left out, skirts hiked up. Yet they had the nerve to call me out for being ugly. What didn't help was my inability to laugh at the names they called me- Shitnam, Gagnam, Shags… I complained to my teachers for a lack of a better comeback, but this only made it...
Amy's Gift
Amy turned slowly, gracefully in her white dress - her blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders and her eyes sparkled with malice. ‘Isn’t this perfect?!’ She squealed, ‘I think this is it, it’s ‘the one’’ she described the air quotes with her manicured nails.Alicia smiled gamely and tucked a strand of hair behind an ear ‘looks great on you,’ she bit back ‘…everything does’. Amy stared adoringly into the mirror, her eyes crossed paths with Alicia’s and there was a strange clouded moment where they seemed to be lookiwww.onedoor.ccng through one another.‘And of course we’ll find something cute for you, I’m thin...
Time is a healer
*Trigger warning: Mentions of mental health and cancer*Leila grabbed her thermos of coffee and slipped out of the door of her trailer, her breath transforming into a vortex of fog as the cold shocked her into a gasp. Pulling her trailer door shut, she grasped the collar of her massive black puffer coat and jumped down onto the tarmac below her.‘Good morning Ms Knight!’ a chirpy voice erupted from Leila’s left.‘Hello,’ Leila replied politely, a little startled.’I don’t want to sound rude, but who are you, hun?’‘Tilly, I’m your intern assistant for this shoot. I really appreciate the opportunity...