A Sappy Love Story_Mommy Dear It's Me_Tell Me More_The One That Got Away
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A Sappy Love Story
A fire crackles in the fireplace as the wind howls by the windows, sounding like a lovesick spirit mourning over a broken heart. A large red candle sits by the window; its flame, though burning deep inside the candle after all the years of use, still fights against the drafty window. White curtains hang halfway down the window and sway in ghostly manner from the same unseen force. Candles litter the small cabin, providing just enough light to comfortably see and just soft enough to allow the shadows a stage on the walls to dance. An old grandfather clock stands proud in the corner of the room....
Mommy Dear It's Me
Content Warning: {Themes of abuse, murder and suicide}The shrouded sun cut like a razor through the broken canopy of maple limbs and gnarled oak branches, splashing across the faded and weathered white sheet metal of an old camping trailer whose skin was riddled with rusty screw heads. The light drizzle of rain had given it a sheen, reflecting the fading light back to the trees. As drips trickled dwww.onedoor.ccown to the leaves on the musky woodland ground, a sudden yellow flash illuminated the aluminum frame of the window from inside the camper.Jackson leaned back in his seat, and with his index finger, c...
Tell Me More
“Think about others? I am sick and tired of thinking about others!” Barb Ellacott posted to the main message board of her favorite chatroom, SundayPainters.com. In person, Barb was meek and mild with everyone in her seniors’ low-rise condominium, but she loved SundayPainters (motto: “For Artists 9 to 90”) and felt she could let her hair down in the chatroom, even if it were long tangly tresses instead of the practical grey bob she had worn for years. “Why are you sick and tired?” The reply from Habib, another member, floated in from cyberspace. “What happened?” Her fingers flew over her keyb...
The One That Got Away
Time, never enough time. Death is coming for me. When I heard Missy scream outside my door, I knew then- my time was up. The doctor lied to me. He said everything was going to be okay but I knew better. I remember the look of pity the doctor gave me. This time he didn't even bother to write anything on his clipboard. When he turned and walked out the door, he shut it softly as if the sound would explode my ear drums.My wife would never scream and cry, unless she was with her ex, Kevin, the lucky bastard is a millionaire. Maybe, he will try to take her once I'm gone. Missy was never happy with ...