My Island home_THE FINAL DECISION (THE LAST MINUTE DECISION)_Getaway Car_No Room to Thrive
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My Island home
My Island Home The hard lump sat in my throat as the waves lap at the edge of the boat; the vessel of my new beginnings rocks side to side. My body gives into its rhythmic sway. Uncertainty and inspiration rocks me from side to side, my changes in thought erratic like a poorly planned pinball ball machine. I wasn’t just leaving my home- I was leaving my life. As the figures faded into the distance, so did the comfort of familiarity. The comfort you get from slipping on your favourite knitted jumper the first day of winter or the comfort of a partner who knows you better than you know yourself....
THE FINAL DECISION (THE LAST MINUTE DECISION)
THE FINAL DECISION( THE LAST-MINUTE DECISION)It was the last day of the year. He too would celebrate the end of the old year and the arrival of the new. But…there was that decision to be made, that he had kept putting off by day after day for too long, which he had to make before the end of the year, of which only that day remained. He had to make that decision for Katia, his lover, and also for Mary, his wife. Katia was his lover for three years, and he had promised her he would porce her wife to start a new life with her. Together they would start a family, they would have children. Even to ...
Getaway Car
Getaway CarUnfortunately, love makes you do crazy things.Those were the words in the back of my head that day.“We’d be kinda like Bonnie and Clyde,” Marcus said, shaking my arms. He wiggled them so they jiggled like worms, and I shrugged and sighed.“I don’t know,” I groaned, leaning on the steering wheel.“Well maybe you don’t have a goddamn choice Jesse, jeez!” He slammed his fists onto the dashboard. I shuttered. “Sorry baby,” he gruffed. I froze. “Just please, please won’t you fucking just do it… for me?”I shook my head violently. “Okay,” I said. “But just this once.”“That’www.onedoor.ccs my girl!” He sla...
No Room to Thrive
Trigger Warning: stillbirthThe voice on the outside spoke to Mama like we weren’t even real.“The twins have no room to thrive. If you don’t go into labor over the weekend, we’ll look into taking them out in ten days.”“No room to thri-?” The voice interrupted Mama, dismissing the fear we could feel pulsating around the tiny space my twin brother and I shared. I didn’t like how it felt, much worse than the daily kicks I received from Teddy, who slept above me. He grew quite larger than I and I overheard the people on the outside refer to me as “the small one.” I wasn’t sure what “no room to thri...