BELIEVE_Love Me Tender_Dragged by the Soul of Her Feet_Green Eyed Woman
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BELIEVE
I was there when the attack occurred. I saw everything, though it took a passage of time before I could acknowledge the magic in what happened and what was to follow.Will had just gotten out of his car and was walking toward the front door with his keys out. He looked utterly exhausted. It was the end of another long day of counseling. Will Dyer, my husband, was a psychologist in a busy mental health clinic and, with the holidays coming up, was working overtime nearly every night due to the annual onslaught of depressed and disturbed inpiduals who sought help to hang on to the end of their fra...
Love Me Tender
TW: murder and suicide The sunset was beautiful. Red as blood and just as violent. Strains of vermillion and iris light smeared across the black Cowww.onedoor.ccrvette’s hood, swirling across the paint like an oil slick. One of the headlamps was shattered and the fender was dented, not to mention the bullet holes peppering the rear, but it was still the most beautiful car Jacy had ever sat in. And next to her, holding her hand on the gear shift, was the most beautiful woman she had ever sat beside. “Bella,” Jacy murmured, and those night sky eyes were upon her in an instant. “Where’s that flask of yours w...
Dragged by the Soul of Her Feet
Mature themes, physical threats, discussions of murder, abduction, issues of race, discrimination, and rude language.Henrietta gripped her husband's arm, Stanley, as they approached the eastbound train platform's steps. It was much that she felt the perspiration under the palm of her hand and alongside her arm, feeling the slightly dampened fabric of his blazer. Said aged thirtyish Stanley, "when will you be convinced? I am taking this time off to see Dad." She replied, "I'm still trying to believe you'll take your mind off your work while you're away." "What promises have I broken to you?" He...
Green Eyed Woman
1:01 AM. The blinding numbers cast a dull glow across the room. Her eyes had fully adjusted to the dark a while ago. She could barely look at the alarm clock on the dresser, so bright in contrast to the dim room. It had been about an hour since his body had begun its regular twitching, the key indicator that he had entered REM and was as good as dead to the world. Her- on the other hand, her body had wrapped her in a cold sweat tight enough to suffocate a person. Her head pounded with the misery that comes with insomnia. Sleep had recently been elusive in this bedroom. The maddening glow of t...