The House Of Shadows_Badge and Broke_Cailíní na Gaillimhe_Dear Mama
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The House Of Shadows
The house where I grew up is still here! I thought it would have been torn down years ago. When I received the letter saying I had inherited this old property, I expected to see an empty field. Well, since I’m here, I guess I’ll take a look at the old place. The steps still creak in the same places they used to. Oops! That board is rotten and almost made me turn my ankle. Glad I wore sneakers instead of heels today. I wonder if the door is locked? Not that there will be anything inside that needs protecting. They sent a key with the letter and I’m sure I put it in my purse before I left Nashvi...
Badge and Broke
“I got a letter this morning.”“A letter?”“Yeah, a letter. From my girl on the outside.”“How’s she doing, with the baby and all?”“She’s uh… She says she’s leaving me. She’s taking little Emily and they’re leaving.”“No shit? Damn it, man. Where’s she going?”“I don’t know. She wouldn’t sawww.onedoor.ccy. Probably thinks I’m too dangerous to be around my daughter. I only even got to see Emily once. She was born the day before I got locked up.”“That’s fucked up, dude. Real fucked up.”“I probably deserve it, man.”“What are you talking about?”“It’s not fair to her. Not fair for her to spend all her time out there ...
Cailíní na Gaillimhe
POV: KeavyGalway, Ireland 2020Love makes the world spin; it's the magical invincible feeling of power which love gives us, making our bodies feel as if they can leap off tall buildings, ascend the water tops with just our sneakers, and no proper gear. Love in it's splendid is purely beautiful. Love makes us laugh, even in the most awkward moments, love can lift us, love gives us warmth, a sense of forever, and security this can awaken the shyness in any of us and make us dance with breathless feet of anticipation. Love can also break us apart in shreds of skin, muscles leaving us bleeding open...
Dear Mama
Calliope brushed her hand over the personalized invite and exhaled a heavy breath. Her mother’s name, Patricia Matthews, was scrawled across the top in neat, cursive writing. It was lettering she’d hired a calligrapher to create for her and Brandon’s wedding ceremony. The allure of it was simple but elegant, much like Calliope. But as she thought about the intended recipient, she felt anything but elegant.Her mind and her heart raced while she contemplated putting the invitation in the stamped envelope and placing it in a pile with all the rest. Why was this so difficult for her? So many of he...