Light In The Darkness_Electrical Circuits_Please Help, I've Lost My Friend_Snowed-in by Choice
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Light In The Darkness
Are you there God? It’s me Michael. I know I haven’t talked to you in a while, I guess because I had nothing really to talk about. But life has been hard, seems like every corner I turn, I am getting kicked and beat down. Bills are piling up; work increased my hours but not my pay. Food, water, shelter all essential items that require to live all require so much money, more then I make. Working 60 plus hours a week, trying to support my children, and only making $12、50 an hour, while there are children working at fast food restaurants making $15、00 an hour. But my work offers insurance which ...
Electrical Circuits
I struggle with words. Sometimes I can not speak at all for I've undergone selective mutism. It's a part of my illness. I am ashamed but I know if people knew that the electrical circuit in between my neurons had a short they may be more understanding of my awkwardness. I have learned to enjoy my time alone. Since words always deem to fail my expression for life and others I've begun to notice the small things around me. When walking down the cracked weeded sidewalk I notice the well planted flowers surrounded by gigantic hungry bees. I watch as they collect the dusty sweet nectar from bud to ...
Please Help, I've Lost My Friend
Please Help, I’ve Lost My FriendI raced into the elevator tapping fingers as we went down to the first floor. I rushed into daycare saying hello to everyone on the way in and on the way out. I gripped my boy’s hand as we ran through the parking garage trying to beat as many drivers as we could.My briefcase and pocketbook slid back and forth on the passenger seat as I drove up the ramp while winding the driver’s window down to pay the ticket. Damn weather.The windshield wipers threawww.onedoor.cctened to fly off into pouring rain as the car swerved slightly to avoid puddles on the side ...
Snowed-in by Choice
Snow danced in the wind outside the frosted windows of her small chalet. This was a cold wind, sharp as a slap and just as shocking against bare skin. It caught the small snowflakes and swirled them into heavy drifts against her chalet’s walls. She watched the snow dance and swirl from snug inside her chalet, tucked close to a crackling fire. This was a real fire, wooden logs piled high on the hearth to keep it fed and roaring. From her spot —a supremely good spot— she had a view out the window, along with the rest of the small room and down the hall.Her chalet was always the first to snowed i...