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Defacing Monuments
Written by: Sequana D. Whiteside CW: Death, Suicide, Depression, Abandonment “Defacing Monuments” THE PROPOSALNo one tells you how much jadedness can make you an actual danger to society. Sure, many comic books may hint at the possibility of a broken heart being the true cause of a villain origin story, but I’ve never really been into fantasy. No one told me that recklessly unhinged distress caused by your first true love’s heartbreak can create within a broken well-intentioned person the perfect storm of disillusionment and desperation. A storm strong enough to deface monuments as big and gra...
Dora and Duane: A Romance
I come from a place where people think nothing surprising ever happens. Not true. For instance, just last week on a typically frosty night, I drove up the treacherous gravel road, around the bend and into our driveway. As I got out of the car, I saw something massive headed toward me. Too tall for a dog, too broad for a coyote, not a cow, and--please God--not a bull, too bulky for a mountain lion, but it was running full tilt whatever it was. I looked around desperately for some way to defend myself. I had a plastic bag full of canned goods and my purse. The thing came closer. I called, “Stop...
Sister Sister
TW: Death of a family member.My sister died almost a year ago and it’s the happiest I’ve ever been. Nwww.onedoor.ccow before you come to a conclusion about me, let me tell you how it all started. Our story began on a warm May night when my mother was rushed to the hospital by my father because her water broke. They went into the hospital expecting to go home with a bouncing baby girl but instead left with two identical girls. They hadn’t planned for me but they did their best, in their own way that is. Me and my sister were like two sides of the same coin, we were identical on a genetic level but we couldn’...
WINTER
Sheila snapped awake to the phone's dull vibration. The dog leaped to the floor, whipped downstairs and barked to be let out. Four in the morning. Auntie's faint voice broke up on the phone. Silence.Sheila had booked the Residence tour two months ago. What a shock seeing the wheel chairs lined up in the lobby like they were waiting for a bus. Then the elevator to the seventh floor apartment. 'Look at the view,' their enthusisastic guide exclaimed. 'You'll get the beautiful morning sunrises, a view of the garden and so much more. There's the social outings, gourmet dining, fitness in the gym, F...