Goodbye Commander_Mirroring_A smile_For All Her Hard Work
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Goodbye Commander
"Today's the day I change." I wrote in my journal for what seemed like the hundredth time as the sticky summer heat subsided into crisp fall air. I usually write this when I begin to feel a certain way. It's nothing the antidepressants or a distraction can fix. It could be circumstantial as I haven't spent as much time with my friends, and first semester is already kicking my ass, but I should be happy...right? Days are starting to seem like a chore which makes me wonder..."Is my life a chore?" Thinking deeper about this my life is a chore. This feeling mimics the seasons, worsening in winter....
Mirroring
'This writer's block is getting out of my hand', Neil thought. This has been the 5th night in a row he had sat down to write but the words seem to have locked themselves up in his mind. On top of that his frustration is starting to show as he obsessively taps his pen on his desk. The pen was a gift from his grandfather, one of many he had received after he graduated college. Although most of them are stored away somewhere, this pen always holds a special place in his heart. Maybe because his grandfather was one of those few people who actually believed in him and even encouraged him to choose...
A smile
It has already been three weeks since I started seeing that dreaded thing from the corner of my eyes. Be it my room, living room, the bathroom or even on the maple tree that can be seen through my window. It would be sitting and staring. Staring deep into my soul.At least it seemed like it was staring into my soul. I have no way of knowing what exactly it's looking at since it can't talk nor do I want to approach that demonic-looking stuffed doll.Even now it is staring at me. Sitting innocently on top of the wooden cupboard that stands at the corner of my room, right next to my study table; li...
For All Her Hard Work
Saphron crashed another tray of chickens into the oven of the Supermarket Deli, then turned to put the newly roasted ones into the heated-display-cabinet, for sale. Her coworker Meg manned the slicer, shaving the smokey fragranced ham for the display counter.“Meg, how did you get on with your hours, now that you are on contract?” asked Saphron.“I’m so happy. They gave me all the days and times I asked for and the weekend day I wanted. Sunday work, the late shift so I can sleep in. Yay, I have Saturdays off.”Saphron had her back to Meg and almost dropped a chicken. Her face a look of shock thou...