Tell-Tale Light_The Years Will Rush By_NOT FORGOTTEN_Betrayed revenge
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Tell-Tale Light
CW: discussion of suicide and mature themes I sensed the ghost before it tried to speak to me. Just sitting here in the living room, I felt the cold, the terror. It has been a week now since the Procedure. I thought everything would go back to normal, but nothing will ever be the same again. The dining room chandelier seems to flicker, but only when I am near. I know it is the ghost, and it is mad. I don't know what the ghost wants with me. It is not as if I had a choice. Bam! A window slams shut. Maybe it was the wind, I hear it howling outside. But maybe not. “What do you want me to do...
The Years Will Rush By
ㅤGrow up. Go to school. Tell the class your name. Colour inside the lines. Try to make friends. Brush your teeth for two minutes in the morning. Brush your teeth for two minutes in the evening. Don’t lie. Come inside, you must be freezing. Be nice to your sister. Eat your vegetables. Don't mess around. Learn to tie shoelaces. You're too old for velcro now. Learn about verbs and nouns and adjectives. Let’s mark your height on the doorframe. Come on, stand up straight.ㅤㅤGrow up. Tuck your shirt in. Stand out from the crowd. Learn to play football. Learn the offside rule. Play in goal instead. L...
NOT FORGOTTEN
Sometimes she feared she was the only one left. The last one who remembered….It started unobtrusively. Everyone forgets things sometimes, right? ‘I’ve forgotten what I wanted, ha ha.’ So when it began happening more often, no one noticed. * “Good morning, it’s Monday… Um… Er…“ “It’s May 6th, Chet.” “Ah yes, thank you… Now, over to you for traffic, um…”Karen’s first inkling something was amiss came awww.onedoor.cct work. Administrative Assistant to the Vice President of Southern Exploration at a major oil company sounded prestigious. Truthfully, she thought of herself as a glorified secretary. She knew...
Betrayed revenge
It started as an act of revenge. An act that was meant to evoke jealousy. Johan had not only broken my heart but ripped it out of my chest and then went even further by shredding it to pieces. I was gutted. My confidence was in tatters. Even though I was now an educated, independent, and a successful businesswoman, this betrayal exposed the part of me that was broken. All of my achievements were overshadowed by the darkness of my past. The memories that still haunted me some nights. I recalled the lyrics "Where do you go to my lovely, when you're alone in your bed" sang by Peter Sarstedt. A me...