Groundhog Day_Finding My Place_Abigail_María-Teresa
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Groundhog Day
I smile when I see the slough of fresh earth, tossed down the bank, and the clear dark circle above it. Our groundhog dug out last night, or maybe this morning, but not yesterday, when the smallest of openings was still visible if you knew where to look. Asleep for months with no day or night, only the rhythm of the slowest possible heartbeat. Today was the day, to come back into the world.The woods are still a sparse a collage of browns against the damp, gray sky. And then, there it is! It's leaner than in the fall, but still wide and round. Taking a couple of steps, standing on its hind legs...
Finding My Place
That’s the thing about this city, you feel alone but you are always surrounded by people all at the same time. That probably sounds cliché, that’s what everyone says after they move here right? It’s so lonely but you are never alone. But it’s true. I moved to New York City at 18 as a rebellion against my parents. They told me I couldn’t move that far away from home at such a young age, and I disagreed. I had been cooped up in that house my entire life, I needed an adventure, so I moved here with my best friend Clara. Clara was always full of energy, basically bouncing at all times because sh...
Abigail
The white-haired Cardinal made his way to the woman's cell to escort her to the gallows. The stone walls were damp wwww.onedoor.ccith moisture as he proceeded down the stairwell, edging ever closer to Abigail. The young woman paced back and forth with desperate anxiety. The babe in her belly had been growing ever bigger. With a clank of keys, she heard her abuser coming towards her. Her heart froze in her chest as she realized that, his abuse would never be known to the world. The Cardinal stood before her, holding out his deep garnet ring for her to kiss. The young woman shivered as the spirits of her ance...
María-Teresa
[ 6:57am - September, 2001 | Upper West Side, Manhattan, NYC ]"But I don't want to go to school today! Why should I be forced to do things that I just don't want to do? It's absurd! It's... counterintuitive!" she would declare, throwing the crisp woolen blanket over her head in protest. "They hate me. They all hate me, and I hate them all back!" she pouted, feeling her eyes begin to burn and swell. Her arms defiantly crossing her chest now, shielding her soul. Thoughts of Emily Dickinson fueling unseen crimson pools of vengeful imagination.Stanza’s of dramatic Shakespearean discord run through...