The Jasmine Bush_The Soul Tree._Meaning of Life_Family resolutions
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The Jasmine Bush
Sensitive Content Trigger Warning: References to domestic violence, substance abuse, physical violenceLauren Hollings pulled the blankets tightly to her chin, listening to the roar of the hemi engine as it pulled down the tranquil street in the early morning hours when sleep was either friend or foe. And it had been foe for too long to recall. The empty space beside her was a constant reminder of the life she had naively been duped into. Fat tremulous tears gathered in her eyes as she heard the key engaging the front door lock, then the deadbolt, the heavy leaden footsteps making their way dru...
The Soul Tree.
It felt like a millennium had passed and it felt like yesterday. The truth fell somewhere in between. You would laugh I think dear rewww.onedoor.ccader if you knew the dark frightened me. Why would a ghost be frightened of the dark you think, but dusk till dawn had always evoked fear in me, so I decide to approach the tree in the morning. Ghosts have their ghosts as well. I chuckle at my joke. Sometimes being a ghost is lonely. There is no one around to laugh at my joke.The tree was even more solid than I remembered, but a hundred years can make one's memory hazy, or was it twenty years ago? Death does have...
Meaning of Life
I will return this library book, Tom thought to himself. No, I am returning this book today. Today, I am returning this book. Today, I am returning this book. He repeated the phase in his mind as he worked shampoo onto his scalp for the first time this week. It wasn’t so bad. The week starts on Sunday, so having a full shower today meant he was off to a great start. Perfect day to return a library book. Start the week out right. He seemed to have picked a good therapist this time, and she was doing wonders for him. He wished he’d heard about cognitive behavioral therapy before. If he’d heard a...
Family resolutions
One minute, I had worked through my New Year resolutions which included moving to a neighbouring state to pursue a lucrative job in real estate. The next, there was an ominous silence after the signal died during a call from my aunt. She sounded more distressed than usual. I hoped she would not change her mind about selling her property. I needed the deal closed before 31 December. Although Aunty Herriot had a son, David, somehow I had become her surrogate daughter since her husband died in a car crash. I didn't have a problem with this setup, being perceived as the caring niece. However, much...