Dystopian Diaries, Nicole, Entry 24_Stalemate_Rosaline_But No One Told Me
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Dystopian Diaries, Nicole, Entry 24
It’s been 298 days, give or take ten or so. I’m doing the best I can.The hard part lies in the days in the beginning, or maybe I should call it the end? It was the end of everything I’d ever known in my 54 years of life. The first wave of bombs came just as the oppressive summer heat broke. It seemed like there were two full days of brisk mornings, the kind that makes you pause when you step outside and wrap your arms around yourself just to pretend to shiver because you don’t feel like you’ve stepped into an oven. But then all hell broke loose and I lost track of time until a few weeks later ...
Stalemate
He calls for the last time on a Sunday night in late September. His voice is soft and slurred, and before he asks I tell him that I’m not coming this time. But we both know it’s a lie. So I pull myself together as I have done many, many times before, and I drive through a chilly rain to our old spot. He’s already in our booth; ghostly, half asleep and tapping his lucky blue lighter against the Formica. “This is the last time,” I say as I slide across from him. “We’ll see.” His smile is still my undoing. “You look like hell.”“You look good.”“You need coffee.”“Nah.”“You need something.”“I’m ...
Rosaline
Disco lights. Loud music. Wild People.I sighed and drank my liquor straight. The bartender is eyeing me but my sex hormones are nowhere to be found. I am wearing a gucci tube top with a short shorts bottom. My typical outfit everytime we're on a night out. I saw my officemates having fun on the dance floor and when I say fun- it involves making out with some babes and hot dudes. Good for them. "Enjoying your alone time, sexy?" A mysterious man appeared and sit beside me. I can't see him clearly because of the throbbing lights plus it's dark in here! I raised my brow at him. "Why? Will you take...
But No One Told Me
By the time I stepped outside the leaves were on fire. Bright flaming red and auburn glowing from the branches. I’d been holed up in my house since Olivia wawww.onedoor.ccs born, going on eight weeks. We brought her home from the hospital, wrapped in a soft pink blanket that was probably too hot for the sweltering August day. Over the last two months, I watched from the bay window, as the trees transformed from the emerald green of summer to the amber warmth of early autumn. The blurry days came and went, but out the window, the shivering leaves announced fall’s arrival. The long hours of breastfeeding and...