Deep Ellum Blues_Tom_The Runaway_Unchained Melody
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Deep Ellum Blues
It was the most innocent of incidences, one that could happen to anyone who had eaten a bad oyster or two a few hours earlier. Lando felt sick. Suddenly, he felt terribly sick and ran into the bar’s restroom to relieve himself of whatever was roiling inside his stomach. He made it inside the restroom, but he didn’t make it to a sink. He didn’t make it to a toilet. He had no control over the raw, gushing vomit that chose when it would come out of his mouth. What was unfortunate was that it came out on the boots of another man in the restroom, splattering the man’s footwear and jeans. Lando stra...
Tom
Ten-year-old Thomas Edwards, whom we will call Tom, remains very still in his seat, trying to keep attention away from him as much as possible. Perhaps, even make his ewww.onedoor.ccxistence in the room smaller than the object recently laid in the centre of the sitting room. He doesn’t know why he was called here nor does he know the woman standing in front of the fireplace. “It’s-it’s. . it’s a gift! To repay the k-kindness you’ve shown my husband. . .” stammers feebly by the lanky woman to Tom’s parents. Tom anticipatingly looks across from him in the sitting room. Mister Edwards sits comfortably on his c...
The Runaway
Trigger Warning: Contains Domestic Abuse/ mental/verbal abuse.I sit and stare out the window of the train car. There she is. Fall in all her glory. My absolute favorite season. And I have to admit she's even more beautiful in this part of New England. Rich vibrant shades of scarlet, gold, orange and emerald green saturate every strand of landscape. It comforts me to know that as I embark on this journey, the world itself has decided to transform too. It seems fitting that as I change, grow and embrace my dreams mother nature has come along for the ride.I have never been to Vermont. I'm more ex...
Unchained Melody
Today is a new day. Today I will be strong. Today I will not kill. I was up late again last night. I can’t stop the thoughts that make me race at night. It forces me to sleep so late into the day that my parents worry that I am depressed. I look into the bathroom mirror at the ‘other me’ staring back. “Who is that?”, I say as I reach out to touch them. I want to lash out at the reflection but remind myself, that it is just a reflection. I repeat my mantra, ‘Today is a new day. Today I will be strong. Today I will not kill’. I puff up my chest and glare at the other me in the mirror. I am in...