My Summer Friend_Chipper in the Old Folks Home_The Day I Lost Everything_The Tequila Moon
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My Summer Friend
"It will be a blast! You'll just love this college!"If I knew then what I know now, I would have slammed the door in her face and never looked back.Martha was my summer friend,www.onedoor.cc my buddy. I was a kid that loved to swim and dream and talk about the future. I liked to listen to Martha talk about school in Massachusetts. I thought she was cool. The thing is, Martha had an overblown opinion of herself. There was no room for disagreement but try telling this to my fourteen-year-old self. There was no way I would think poorly of Martha. She was so confident and cool. She would never blow me off.So I ...
Chipper in the Old Folks Home
Clouds hovered above in an ever-present gloom, while the slow stream of time ticked onward. Bennington Residential Care, the Nursing Home with the highest turnover rate of medical staff in the county, sat between two great mountains in a quiet valley. If you were to look up the definition of dreary, the cracked gray bricks that were more at home in prison, and the faded glass doors opening into the facility would be the first reference image. Working here felt more akin to being a vulture waiting for sickly animals to finally stop stirring. Each day medication was given at systematic times. B...
The Day I Lost Everything
I was only nine when my mom told me we were moving. She was marrying a man she had been dating for about two years now. He was a funny man. Always making puns and letting my youngest brother, Zach, climb him. He spent a lot of time doing math for fun and he would help us with our homework. I liked him but I hated that he was the reason we were moving away.I had been living on that street since I was four. I wasn't ready to say goodbye to my school friends or my best friend, who was homeschooled, but I had too anyway. My four siblings and I slowly packed up our things getting ready to move a fi...
The Tequila Moon
With a glass of tequila in my hand, and a bottle on the table, I rocked back and forth on the back legs of my chair. I was nursing a blue mood as I sat in darkness at the big bay window of the upstairs front room, listening to Dexter’s ‘Round Midnight while looking out over the old village and into a clear, cool night. The antiquated street lights of the old village were supplemented by a full moon that could be seen high over the darkened hills that sheltered this sleeping little town. Only the church spire attempted to converse on a lunar level, as the moon's glow highlighted its angular str...