My twinflame bruise_The Brass Bell_She Knew_Grama and the Wolf
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My twinflame bruise
CW: Death, grief, loss of a loved one.The stars no longer shine since you’ve been gone. They hide behind the clouds and twinkle faintly, like the fire in my heart, which sputters and dwindles. Your absence is more noticeable with each passing day. The bookshelveswww.onedoor.cc that once held your favorite books are now empty, and I no longer see your favorite mug lying around with a drag of coffee still in it. Your clothes I keep still, but they lie untouched in the bottom drawers, where I hope they will retain your scent.The nights are cold without you there to hold me. The hearth heats the apartment, but ...
The Brass Bell
A parcel that had been leaning against the other side of the door flopped down at Olivia's feet. She was just sticking her head out to see if the rain had finally stopped, and wasn't expecting a delivery. In the darkness of early dawn, with eyes bleary from lack of sleep, she could just barely make out her name written across the front in ornate calligraphy and a return address in vaguely eastern characters that she couldn't decipher. She tore open the brown paper and found inside a delicate box made of mauve cardboard. Intrigued, she went into the living room and sat down in a tall armchair ...
She Knew
Claire knew all about helicopter moms. Luncheons with friends were filled with their parental exploits. These crazy women were SO involved with their children, even well past high school. Highly scheduled, highly praised, highly encouraged and highly dysfunctional child-adults. She even knew a mom that went with her 20-something college student to a job interview!Claire, on the other hand, found parenting to be easy. It took her several years to realize that she was very blessed to have an amazing ability. She fondly remembered her mom always saying, “I have eyes in the back of my head.” She ...
Grama and the Wolf
Grama peered out between the closet doors, slightly ajar. She did her best to keep her breathing quiet and even despite the giggles that bubbled up in her every time she glimpsed the Wolf through the narrow opening. He'd pulled the flowered quilt up over his snout and was still wearing her lacy bonnet. He kept his head low, only peering out the tiniest bit.He looked ridiculous and sounded silly too, as he tried to keep Grama's youngest grandchild from coming any closer to him. "Not today, sweet girl," the Wolf imitated. "I've been feeling under the weather and I certainly don't want to get you...