The Black Door_Love on a solstice_Life-sight_The Sound of Silence
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The Black Door
When I was 16 I wasn't very superstitious, I didn't believe in ghosts. A lot has changed since then. It started one day on the way home from school. Our last class had run late.I walked along the sidewalk to the beat of the music coming from my headphones. Loud enough to drown out the sound of the idiots catcalling from across the street. I focused on my feet and tried not to draw any more unwanted attention to myself. I turned onto Foxwood drive and let out the air I didn’t realize I was holding in. Halfway up the street I slowed dowwww.onedoor.ccn. Houses lined the street and no one was sitting outside, ...
Love on a solstice
Sometime In The Present A ninety year old Zoe sat at her terrace watching the master of the sky rise in all his glory, spreading arms of golden rays dispelling the night's dark clouds bringing with it feelings of warmth and joy; the scene breaking long built dams causing a flow of memories. Memories from many a summer solstice ago when she was young. Memories of moments both good and bad, cold and warm, happy and sad. She could not help but take a little boat trip down memory lane to the days of her childhood dark like winter solstice at the northern hemisphere. The days of her youth, when lo...
Life-sight
This man, who's my father, is in hospital, even though I’ve never seen him before. He looks exhausted and ill, nothing like how he used to be. When did it all start? He doesn’t stay awake long when I come to visit. I don’t think he likes me seeing him like this. He says “you shouldn’t be coming here to see me all the time. I’ll be fine by next week, just watch”, even though he never is. I wish other people would come. It would really take the pressure off. I wouldn’t have to come every day. He’d be heartbroken if I didn’t show up one day. He wouldn’t say anything though.Now I’m in a chair and ...
The Sound of Silence
I make my way across the room careful not to step on the boards that creek. I usually make a dance out of this, hopping from one board to the next my breath catching in my throat as I titter on the edge of balance. If I concentrate long enough, I can almost feel the panic swelling inside of me as the boards that creek form insidious shapes taunting me to step on them. Only then will I remind myself that it’s just a game. However, today is different. There is no time for silly games. I slowly pat my palms down the front of my new dress being careful not to leave any sweaty stains. I do not fa...