Healing_a shot gun and an apple tree_さようなら ~ Goodbye_Evil is as evil does.
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Healing
I sighed with relief as we got home. Ray helped me out of the car. I am always stiff and sore after sitting for hours for my chemo treatment. I pulled off my wig as soon as we were in the door. It’s hot and scratchy. I’d go bald all the time, but I get tired of people staring. He settled me in the recliner, phone and remote at hand, a tray of drinks and snacks beside me. I married a good man. He paused, looking at me searchingly. “What’s wrong?” I said. He shrugged, then grinned sheepishly. “I don’t know. Somehow, I feel I should stay. Can’t exactly say why.” “That’s sweet, but www.onedoor.ccnot n...
a shot gun and an apple tree
His dark brown eyes looking into my soul as his soft lips brushed against mine. I looked up, as he stood over the top of me, he told me “I love you”... Love? Did he love me? Or did he love the features and curves of my body? Did he love the thought of showing me off or did he love the inside of me that cannot be touched? I looked at him and replied “I love you too” knowing I wasn’t sure if it was a truth or a short response to break the awkward silence. As I got into the passenger seat of my sister’s car those words couldn’t leave my head. As soon as I got home he texted me “meet me in the orc...
さようなら ~ Goodbye
bEeP bEeP bEePI slowly opened my somnolent eyes and stared at the pallid ceiling, my eyes adjusting to the colourless world that I was alive in. Today was the day where I was finally being forced out; forced out of the place I used to call home. I never really got on with my parents, but over the past 2-3 years, everything has been on a decline... My relationship with my mother decomposed and my father decided to back her corner. The feeling of being disowned isn't even an emotion I have to imagine anymore because it is my reality. "Oi, you lazy tike! You're going to miss THE ONLY bus to this ...
Evil is as evil does.
“Brush them aside. Sod ‘em, they’re plebs, anyway. If they were any good, they’d not be bloody plebs.”These were some of the first words that ‘officially’ issued from the lips of the newly elected member to the ‘halls of political wisdom,’ namely; parliament.Of course, he knew his people, that is; he knew his immediate ‘help-mates’ that would seek to guide him if he ever sought to ‘go off the rails’ to an ‘irredeemable’ position. But, they were ‘children to him.’They needed kind words; pats on the head from him; but above all, they needed confirmation that what they believed in was reinforced ...