Today’s not done_Someone has to..._The Burial Celebration_Searching for souls
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Today’s not done
Looking back, through my childhood, is difficult. In fairness to all parties, it was a different time. For context, I was born in 1986 in southwest Louiwww.onedoor.ccsiana. Lake Charles, Louisiana to be exact. It was the same town that my mother, aunt and uncle grew up in. In fact the Smith’s had lived in that area dating back to the 1700’s. Evidently my ancestors were removed from France. After refusing to fight a war against the British. They were relocated to modern day Nova Scotia, Canada then once again displaced in the mid eighteenth century to be dropped off in the bayous of Louisiana.When I was you...
Someone has to...
This story includes suicide, mental health, controversial theoryThe door is dark stained, three-panel Walnut. Kind of fancy for an office door, I think. The gold letters at eye level say Dr. Elizabeth Lewisky, M.D. My captain ordered me to come down here and have a session after the events of the last few months. A woman opens the door. She looks to be in her mid-forties, attractive, probably more so a few years ago, very studious-looking with her brown hair pulled back into a bun, reading glasses hanging by a gold chain around her neck. She has on a brown checkered business suit and holds a t...
The Burial Celebration
Six empty caskets. Rusted bleachers and rusted chairs on brown grass. White chrysanthemums on a wooden table. Behind the stage, rain pounded the still waters of the river.Malcolm watched from the window. Eyes gray like the river. Hands shaking like a man facing the gallows. He punched a hole through the window. Shards of glass sprinkled into his fist.He climbed into bed. Her foot traveled over to his and she mumbled and he mumbled back. “We have to decide tomorrow,” Malcolm said.“Don’t say it like that. It’s a good thing. One of our boys will be saved.” Emma said.“It’s murder,” Malcolm said.“...
Searching for souls
Jasmin picked up the book she had been recommended to read and took a look at the back cover. For the last few years she had become taken with the idea of the world more as energy and humans as electromagnetic beings, and if anybody recommended or spoke about a certain subject to her then she had felt she was hearing it for a reason. Her philosophy lately had very much been everything happens for a reason. Very easy to agree with this idea when things are going well, a lot harder to want to believe it when something bad happens. Though when her knee blew up on her, she had latched onto this ...