First love_Burning Eyes and Broken Dreams_How’s That For A Revolution?_Little Old Crazy Lady
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First love
Lidia felt like was standing on ice and could slip at any moment, her legs were shaking and her hand clenched onto the side of the ladder. Her pale arm trembled as she slowly reached out her arm grabbing onto the apple and yanking it off. The apple was lighter than she expected, and Lidia was surprised when she found that Don’t look down, she told herself. Lidia could remember that a few years ago when Charlotte and her had gone apple picking together and Charlotte had screamed “Don’t lookwww.onedoor.cc down!” as Lidia climbed up the ladder.The first thing she did was look down. It took her half an hour t...
Burning Eyes and Broken Dreams
Harlow The building’s old. Decrepit. Unremarkable in every sense of the word. And yet - something about it makes me wistful. Nostalgic, even. But I can’t quite place what that something is. We walk through the doors and into the lobby, my backpack slung over my shoulder, suitcase trailing behind me, the broken wheel making a click-clack sound as it jostles around on its hinge. I glance over at Thomas. His face is passive, his eyes pointed down towards the carpet that might have been white once, but I know him - I can tell that he hates the place from the slump of his shoulders and slight quirk...
How’s That For A Revolution?
C/W: domestic abuse, miscarriage, alcohol abuseThe little I know about marriage I have seen from my mother’s failed experiments. She was a woman looking for love in a selfish and greedy world, and she got married three times and had nine miscarriages because either the baby was beaten out of her, or something was wrong with her womb, or the babies, my siblings, were too weak to make it.To be free from all this pain, dear sister, to be free of womanly shame, you are free. At least dear brother, you retained your innocence, the world would have branded you toxic because of that thing between you...
Little Old Crazy Lady
I walked in the rain, as the old concrete crumbled under my feet. My boots began to fill to the top with cold water. I shivered, as I didn’t have an umbrella at the time. I stumbled across an elderly woman, rocking on her rocking chair, under the coverage of her porch. She took notice of me, shivering, soaked from the rain.“Darling, you look miserable! Come in, I have some freshly baked cookies you could eat!” she grinned.“Thanks, but no thank you, ma’am. I need to get home.” I replied and kept walking.“Oh, please! Just until the rain stops,” she said. I guess I was quite miserable. How bad c...