Algerian Retirement_Sleep Walker_Allusive Oasis_Susana in Recovery
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Algerian Retirement
Harry looked at his porcelain coffee cup and watched its brown contents break lightly with the drifting breeze. He drank from it intermittently, and only because it was habit to do so. He did not need the caffeine. The surplus energy would just make him nervous. In fact, in looking at the container critically, he realized that he no longer needed coffee as a whole. The drink was wasted on him."Don't look so morose." His wife Sue said across from him. "You've been staring at that coffee for ten minutes now.""I don't need it anymore."Sue sat her cup down and gave him a sympathetic glare. Her gr...
Sleep Walker
May contain graphic material. Includes death, violence, gore and mental illness.My name is Hank Hudson and in 1993, I maliciously murdered my seventeen-year-old neighbor, Marcy Ford. I currently reside at the Gilridge Penitentiary for Men. I was twelve when Marcy and her brother, Robert moved in. It was summer. Sweltering. Grape popsicle weather. I could see the U-Haul pulling up next door. I was in a kitty pool in my garage.There, hopping out of the passenger side of the U-Haul, was Marcy Ford. She was tall, thin, her sun kissed legs, long and toned. Her shiny brown hair hung at the small of ...
Allusive Oasis
I look around the desert for a drop of humanity to quench this undeniable thirst. An oasis of empathy to soothe my unrelenting heart. Am I lwww.onedoor.ccost? My parched soul keeps searching for refreshment, fulfillment. Nothing interrupts the dusty beige view before me.My aching feet continue travel over the shifting sand, moved along beneath the blazing sun by willpower alone, seeking solace, not death. Death may offer a seductive reprieve, but the allusive idea of solace is more intrigueing. My newly embraced mantra: Keep moving so as not to get mired in the quicksand again.I never imagined choosing thi...
Susana in Recovery
TW: Mental health; addiction; abuse of powerThere were too many choices, it was overwhelming. I thought about the advice Gordon Ramsay always gave the owners of the restaurants he was trying to rescue. Trim the menu down, do fewer things and do them well.When the waiter came to take our orders, I panicked and ordered a Caesar salad with grilled chicken. Pretty hard to screw that up. Lance ordered a rare ribeye steak which would undoubtedly be over or under cooked. I would have to listen to him complain about it all evening. Fantastic. This was my third date with Lance. I'm not even sure why I ...