Bitter Rose of the Sea_I never wanted to speak in public_Permission to Live_Mother's Intuition
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Bitter Rose of the Sea
Luke Reids would never, ever leave Rose. Could never, ever leave Rose. She drew him to her with unparalleled force, and he’d known from the first that the only force strong enough to rival hers was death itself. Even then, that separation would only be temporary.At least, that’s what Luke thought as he walked with her on his arm. Rose—short for Rosemary, although she hadn’t told anybody but him—was the prettiest thing he had ever seen. Her name meant something about the sea, and about a rose. Luke could never remember exactly what, but if anything, he could always discern why: Rose had eyes th...
I never wanted to speak in public
(CW - mentions of racism and privilege, as the character comes to terms with an uncomfortable truth about their life)I know when I’m tired by the feeling in my bones, and my eyes. It feels like my whole body is chafed, irritated and aching all at the same time. I know I need to sleep. It's 3、18 am and I know I will be exhausted tomorrow. But I also know that I need to know everything that everyone is saying about me. Why, you ask? Because it is important to know how people see me after what happened last weekend. I need to know how their opinions have changed after what I said. Stretching my t...
Permission to Live
Author's note: These characters and events take place in a larger story. I've done my best to include relevant backstory while making it it's own inpidual story.Fifteen-year-old Lázaro was warm and safe in Benito’s arms, his body sturdy and solid against Lázaro’s slender ribcage. “I won’t ever leave you,” Benito promised. Lázaro felt Benito deflate, and he opened his eyes. He was at the Paterson Public Library, sat on a dated grey couch. Benito crouched across the room to look at the biographies. Eighteen-year-old Lázaro pushed himself up, sinking deeper into the couch’s cushion. He tightened ...
Mother's Intuition
Mother’s Intuition Deanna tossed and turned beneath the heavy blankets. She should have been asleep hours ago, had in fact been in the bed since eight o’clock. She reached for her cell phone in the dark. 11:06 pm. It was almost midnight. She never stayed up this late. Not since her husband passed away three years ago. Deanna considered the bottle of melatonin in the bathroom cabinet. James had taken them almost nightly. He’d always told her that it was the stress of the job that kept him awake at night, and melatonin was the only way that he could sleep. She considered getting up and taking on...