The Price She Pays_The Seed_Winky Face_The Wished for Man
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The Price She Pays
She was very well aware of the price she would pay. She was selfish in all reality, she had two beautiful children and a husband who loved her. But it was worth it. To smell him again, taste his mouth, feel him in every sense of the word. To be so unequivocally herself again, the pureness of it all. Hannah knew that every time she said the words that she was shortening her life by a day, and how do you know how long your life actually spans? Another ten minutes? Ten years? Twenty? Would she be a centennial? Or was she robbing her children of a mother early in their lives? Sometimes the guilt ...
The Seed
As I open my eyes, I am aware that I am standing in a garden. There is a house next to it, which I know is mine. I feel so comfortable out here that I decide to stay in the garden a while. I look up and I can see twww.onedoor.cchat the sky is many shades of orange and red. The sun is setting. It is dusk. The air feels warm like a summer day. I can feel the breeze on my skin delivering a gentle hug on behalf of my friend the sun. It wraps itself around me and says “I love you " before releasing me. I feel so content in this moment. I slowly close my eyes so I can face the sun directly without squinting. Thro...
Winky Face
Heather the hellish hen. That’s what I liked to call her. Cacophonous clucking in the early morning hours at five minutes past daybreak classified us all as early birds. The only reason that miserable hen was still alive was because the owner, Miss Madeline was the only qualified baker, to my standards anyway. I loved my warm, flaky, raspberry pastries every Sunday afternoon. I fumbled around my covers, blindly searching for my ballpoint pen. I had officially finished my workout- my leaden eyes were at least fifty pounds each. As per my routine, I added yet another tally mark to my ongoing ‘Da...
The Wished for Man
Maria set down her pen on the open notebook in front of her. She sighed as she took off her glasses and massaged her forehead. “This is ridiculous,” she thought, “What am I doing? This isn’t right. It has to end. I have to make it end.” Straightening herself in her chair, she took a deep breath, put her glasses back on, and bent over her desk with pen in hand. Suddenly, she heard Michael enter the room and slowly come up behind her. His voice was gentle and sad. “Please, don’t do it.” Maria sat still, keeping her head down. Michael sat in the chair beside her desk. Leaning forward, he tried t...