Genesis 51_A Thank You to Rothbridge Men’s Academy_Looking up Luke_Consequence
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Genesis 51
In the beginning, God opened his arms to the little girl and her single mother. They found Him in the basement of a Chinese church, where for the first time they didn’t feel like strangers in this foreign land they’d just arrived in. They could speak their own tongue and eat their own food, and it was safe. The girl saw her mother laugh and it made her laugh, too, because she thought her mother had forgotten how to do that. Her mother was glowing with a joyful light, and the girl wanted her to have that all the time. But when they returned home to their own basement, the laughter echoed away a...
A Thank You to Rothbridge Men’s Academy
When I was thirteen years old my parents decided to send me to boarding school. They thought I was heading down the wrong path and they didn’t know how to handle me. They were inspired by the late Victor Hugo who said, “He who opens a school door, closes a prison.” My parents say they sent me to Rothbridge Men’s Academy for my own good. Hah. They claimed that being in a school environment would keep me out of trouble; that it would push me onto the right path. Well, I can concede one thing. It did keep me out of jail. But it sure as hell did not keep me out of trouble. Before I got sent away t...
Looking up Luke
Looking up LukeThere was a sheet of paper stuck between the knob and the frame of my front door. It was damp and yellowish. I hesitated before taking it, and wanted to crumple and drop it in the waste bin without reading it.Was it a message or a threat? I had no reason to expect threats or messages from anybody. Unless it was from the kids yesterday afternoon who ran their bicycles over the front lawn. I yelled at them, and they turned their heads and flipped me the finger.I didn’t want to unfold the sheet, and find a ‘fuck you’ note written on it.Inside the kitchen, I looked for the trash can...
Consequence
Trigger warning: suicideIt wasn't supposed to end like this. It wasn't what I wanted. The late nights spent dreaming, taking in the sight of our future we were so ambient to run towards. You wanted to get away, and I never asked you why...it's my fault our swww.onedoor.cctory ends the way it does. The dream of the future was all I needed to give me the ambition I needed to achieve it; you knew that better than anyone didn’t you? Those long grueling hours spent at the law firm shuffling through files and binders alike, meeting with clients and briefing them on their cases and what would become of them. Stand...