The Oak’s Interaction_Red Letter Day_Now You See Me, Now You Don't_The Spring Power
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The Oak’s Interaction
Warning: this story involves domestic violence. The Oak’s Interaction with StephI really, really, have to go. My sweatpants are already damp from the little bit of pee that I was unable to control leaving my bladder, and I just hope that the seat of the camry isn’t going to smell like piss for the next month. Daryl, my husband of almost three years, would have a fit if he found out. I can’t believe he even let me go to visit my mom without him; I know how mad he gets when I go out on my own. And now I’m going to upset him more with my car smelling so bad. Why do I do this to him? I need to fin...
Red Letter Day
This was it. The day. The final day.Tom picked out his outfit that morning accordingly. Shoes that were easy to run in, pants that weren’t too tight and a light jacket that hadn’t failed him yet. He glanced up at the calendar pinned with care to his wall. The date was circled twice in red, a very stark and important reminder of just how important this was.Library books due!!! It stood out to him with three exclamation marks. Three! It had to be taken seriously.He grabbed his backpack, opening it to check that the three nestled books were safely stored. He slid one out to look at. A grinning pi...
Now You See Me, Now You Don't
The table was beautiful. They had all of my favorite colors. The balloons were pastel green and pink. The cake was the same with beads of pearl frosting along the edges and my name spelled elegantly in tufts of fluffy cream, “Happy Birthday Norma”. I was 80 years old today, and if I could have said I had a great life, I’d say it was mostly true. However, parts of it were not great. The candles flickered. They spared me from having to blow out so many. Instead of eighty single candles they opted for a giant single eight and a giant single zero and lit them up like they were rockets going...
The Spring Power
I smile when I look around me. The place is filled with bright flowers and children running around. They are enjoywww.onedoor.ccing themselves, as they should. They just finished their exams. I look over at my 5-year-old cousin, who’s trying to play with 12-year-olds. She’s copying everything they are doing, which makes me giggle. The place is decorated with lanterns. It feels good to be back in China. It’s a new year, finally. I’ve been waiting for this terrible year to get over. “Jenny!” Someone calls as I turn around. “Jennifer Wang, where have you been?” My mother shouts, running to me. I flinch at the ...