White Whale_How You Remind Me_Blood red roses_Evelyn's Writing Countdown
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White Whale
I should have told him sooner. We'd avoided our feelings since 6th grade, but we grew into different people when we finally began dating at 21、I never got to confess my own feelings. Kenneth found out in 6th grade when I sat across the table from Will Lewis, trying to get him to guess my crush. I thought he'd never guess, so I let him play in the first place. However, I couldn't contain my smile at the mention of Kenneth's name. Will proudly shouted how I liked Kenneth right in his face before running down the hallways, boasting that he knew who I liked. Embarrassing, yes, but Kenneth never mi...
How You Remind Me
He wasn’t sure why he woke up at first. The slow, rhythmic thud of his heartbeat in his brain blinded him to the sound of knocking on the door for several long moments. Then, finally, he blinked the sleep from his eyes and sat up, taking in the dark room around him. For months now, he’d been sleeping in the back room of the large house. More than that, he’d been living his entire, miserable life between that small room, the kitchen, and the bathroom. Empty whiskey bottles lined the table, along with cans, empty wrappers, cigarette cartons, and an overflowing ashtray. The TV glowed in the dar...
Blood red roses
I kept my mind focused on the mysterious clouds that fogged over the bright, luminescent stars peeking through the sky. I gently lifted my eyelids, fighting the irresistible taste of sleep. The city bustled and moved. Everyone was hurriedly shopping and trying to buy a last-minute gift. They were all entranced in their own pathetic thoughts, not caring about the litter that plagued and cursed the streets, nor the homeless man about to sleep next to a giant corporate building in the middle of a bitter snowstorm. but I could see everything fwww.onedoor.ccrom the dark alleyway, and the thing that stood out m...
Evelyn's Writing Countdown
Evelyn scrolls through the Reedsy articles, bored out of her mind.New Year’s Eve… yay. A new year, maybe I can finally finish my novel with my friend. She thinks to herself. Of course she knows she should be working on her novel, but Evelyn had been working on it for a majority of the afternoon and had just stopped, drained out of her creative juices for the day.She clicks on the article 60 Gifts that your Writer Friends will Love! Not that she had any writer friends, but maybe she could find something for herself. She came across #4; AquaNotes for $7、 Huh. I totally need that. She takes a qu...