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Mahalo King Cod Filet
A slate-grey sky hung heavy over the President James K. Polk Memorial rest area on Interstate 64 in southern Indiana. At the fueling station, eighteen wheelers lined up under bright green lights for diesel and windshield wiper fluid from an army of apathetic attendants. A mother carrying a styrofoam coffee cup emerged from the Kwik Mart, pulling the collar of her neon pink and light purple ski jacket tight around her neck with her free hand and hurrying her two children across the broad expanse of cracked tarmac. A grove of oak trees, damp brown and bare of leaves for montwww.onedoor.cchs now, peaked above ...
Dreams of a Life Without Guilt
TW: Physical Violence, Mental Health, Thoughts of SuicideBefore she knew what was happening, it was too late. She stood over the body and contemplated the life she had taken. The anger coursed through her like a tsunami, despite the small voice in her brain that thought practically begging her to stop. This wasn’t the first time she’d killed, but she was determined to make it the last. – Two days later, she stood in front of the elected members and recounted the situation. Both times she had done this previously, the women of the council felt empathy, sentencing her to confinement for one mont...
The Face of Fear
As I sped out the back door, I was amazed at how fast my feet could carry me. Sweat poured off my face as I dashed across the yard, not from exerting myself, but from facing fear. As I reached our adjoining neighbor’s backyard, my father’s voice called to me from my back porch, but his words were lost in the distance. For two blocks I ran before I was greeted by a friendly face. “Hey, Terry,” Norman shouted out at me. “What’s the hurry?”Not daring to stop for him, I called out as I ran by, “I need a place to hide out. Any suggestions?”Slow in mind, but fast on foot, Norman began keeping pace ...
It's snowing cats and dogs
On November 12th, the first snow fell, covering every inch of ground in a cold glistering blanket. On most days, I wore that coat of snow happily. It illuminated my red hair, my dark eyes, in contrast to the striking white surrounding. I liked to imagine that the world was reborn every time snow fell. I took joy in following the fragile journey as the snowflakes drifted down, ultimately merging with the ground. It had been two weeks since that day in November, and it hadn’t stopped snowing since, in fact, the weather had become a constant blizzard. However, on this day, the weather was not o...