Long Chapters, Short Story_Old Habits_Inheritance Box_Enough
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Long Chapters, Short Story
The days felt long. The end of the first chapter of her life began at the ripe age of seventeen. She met a boy. She knew this was it because she could see her future in his eighteen year old eyes. However after joining the Army, they sent him far away. She couldn't go. She prayed, she begged and she cried thousands of tears. She pleaded with God to bring him safely back to her. She impatiently waited for each passionate love letter to arrive in the mail. She kept each letter and pored over each word countless times. The days were torturously long before God answered her prayers, but what she d...
Old Habits
John never thought he would be walking this path again, but life wasn't fair and old habits die hard. He pushed the cold steel handle on the big glass door and walked into the crowded bar. He hadn’t been in this particular bar before. He only chose it out of timing and convenience. It was possible that this specific place stood out from others in some unique way, but none of that mattered to John. They all served the same purpose and represented the same thing to John. They would all be full of people, talking and drinking, silently mocking his sobriety and loneliness. He took a deep breath in...
Inheritance Box
“I remember!” He shouted, jumping to his feet and scrambling over the back of the couch. “I remember where Dad said he put it now!”Lizette watches her brother, Carmen, as he races down the hallway to the series of doors at the end. To her surprise, Carmen doesn’t go into their parents’ room but instead opens the door to her old bedroom. When she moved out, Mom made it her hobby room with a sewing machine and bookshelves full of books with a small comwww.onedoor.ccfy chair by the window. When Mom died, Dad made it a storage room- which is to say he made it a room avoided at all costs. Carmen’s room remained ...
Enough
“Enough” I never knew this simple word when spoken even in the feeblest voice could resound like thunder. And I didn’t know which was more powerful: the thunder itself or the deafening silence that followed. My fate was sealed the moment I was born, like most girls in my country: I was to be someone’s wife and mother with no other identity of my own. I was reared like a lamb for slaughter. The training also included never to speak-up even in the face of the most unfair treatment, never to take any decision, or even think for oneself and not to expect or wish for anything. In short, be docile j...