Christmas Without You_The Wordsmith_Something Real Together_Awakening
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Christmas Without You
You can do this. I rub my hands together, generating heat. I let a long sigh drag out against them, convincing myself I need another minute to acclimate to the cold. The snow falls in fat, dissimilar flakes around myself and the beige-brown double-wide in front of me. Though the blinds are shut, light filters through all six windows of the house–I checked. As a matter of fact, I looked for every possible excuse not to make my way up the rickety porch steps and stand outside this door, with its chipped white paint exterior, on Christmas Eve. A single snow flurry manages to make its way through ...
The Wordsmith
“You look a little sad. Everything good?” I asked as I was walking out of the lecture hall.“Mhm!” Aspen nodded, her characteristic smile coming back after having disappeared throughout the entire class. “Just stressed.”“Oh,” I said, more to myself than to her. I looked up and met her gaze. A quick question flashed in and out of my mind, though I already knew the answer. We’re finally alone. Is this the universe giving me my chance?The hallway was empty. Everyone had gone. It was just me and her waiting for the hands on the clock to signal the end of classes, to break the silence that lingered...
Something Real Together
Do you ever feel like you’re more than one person? Like people see you as someone other than who you really are?There could be so many versions of us as we exist in the minds of others, each one unique based on the perceptions of whoever we interact with. Maybe it’s because we behave differently with certain people. Maybe it’s their doing entirely, and the way they choose to see us remains completely out of our control. For me, that happens with love. I don’t mean that I behave differently when I’m around people I’m interested in (though if I’m being honest, I totally do that). What I mean is ...
Awakening
The light flickers back and forth I curl in a ball and begin to cry. The light flickers again and awww.onedoor.cc woman stands in front of me, looking at her reflection, with blood on her hands she yells her veins bulge in her neck and forehead. I close my eyes out of fear of my life. When I open them again another woman stands before me wearing an ankle length multi-color skirt with a long sleeve white button-down shirt. There’s a pool of black water in front of her she holds her hand out for me to follow her in. I shake my head no “Sorry I don’t know you.” She fades before I could say anything else. I’m s...