Womb Vacancy_Tale of Colliding Scopes_This is Not a Love Story_To See Hawaii
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Womb Vacancy
Womb Vacancy By: S. M. KielNot Again; the tears started rolling down my cheeks, my eyes were glued to the plastic little wand gripped tightly in my shaky hands. The words ``Negatiwww.onedoor.ccve” staring back at me through the clear plastic window at the left side of this wand. My heart sank like a rock in the ocean. The pressure in my chest tightened as I started to sob silently in the bathroom, not waking to wake my sleeping husband. I knew that he would look at me with the same disappointed eyes. He was already withdrawing from me with each passing day. To him this was becoming more of a job. Just this ...
Tale of Colliding Scopes
Tale of the Colliding ScopesWhy? Why do you taunt me like this? Why do you insist on sparkling in the dead of night? Why are you always there, just out of reach? Are you even real? Do you hear me as I BEG and PLEAD for you to grant my wish?I shake my head and swallow a bucket’s worth of bile. Those darn stars, so far away. So tantalizingly beautiful that it almost hides their evil nature. Almost. Their light might have blinded the other fools on Earth, but not me. I will never allow myself to be fooled again.I turn on the light of the study, causing a quartet of ruffian rats to run away. The...
This is Not a Love Story
There is a package sitting on my bed.I find it when I drop my bag on the floor after work, ready to go to the kitchen and wash my hands. Initially, I am a little annoyed. I don’t want a parcel from outside touching my quilt. Barb must have put it there, and I consider talking to her about it, but after the bath towel incident, I don’t want to bother her.On closer inspection the package does not have a shipping label, so maybe Barb wrapped it herself, in which case I don’t mind it being on my bed.Oh. My name is written on the brown paper, printed with black ink in a familiar hand, neat when it ...
To See Hawaii
-Donna’s POV- I walked through the random assortment of tress with the sun beating down on my skin in intermittent bursts through the leaves. I turned to see Colm admiring, what most people would consider just an ordinary crack in the ground. I sauntered on over to just outside arms reach of Colm when he urged me to wait. “Look at them all,” He gestured with his index finger outstretched to just in front of my shoes. Tens of tiny ants crawling around in perfect lines between us. Colm always appreciated things in a way I could never understand. He found beauty in the most abstract things, or a...