The Colossus in the Storm_EXPULSION_Cafe_Autumn Lets Go
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The Colossus in the Storm
TW: Violence, Some Language, Mention of R*pe - So, as you all have probably gathered, my whole life has been shot to hell. But before I get to that, let me rewind to the afternoon my life fell apart. It was a Tuesday, so I was in my Art History 1040E class when I felt my phone vibrate twice. The first message was my dad, telling me "To the moon & back." It was our way of saying I love you, ever since I was little. It never failed to make me smile, and today was no exception.I opened the second text from an unknowww.onedoor.ccwn number, and felt the smile fall off my face. Angered, I dropped my phone back on...
EXPULSION
EXPULSION That was Malgund village in Chiplun Taluka of Ratnagiri district. The entire area filled with mango, coconut, and areca nut trees was coated by the thick fog of January 1948、 Satish using his battery torch paved his way home after meeting the client in the factory which was close to his house. Satish kept the keys of the factory in its proper place and after cleaning himself joined the other members of the family for dinner. His father, Shri Ganesh Pant Gogte said, ”Listen, Satish, you get more involved and take charge of our business activity. Since our country has now got independe...
Cafe
She awoke face down on the floor of a department store, and looked around in a daze. A coffee shop was to her left, scattered clothes hung in a mess on her right. She forced herself to her feet and entered the shop. It was full of teenagers. They had pushed the tables into large groups, and threw things at each other laughing; even the baristas had joined. She walked towards the counter with heavy feet, trying to catch the barista’s attention; she was a heavily pregnant teen and plastered with cheap, colorful makeup. The teen looked at the drowsy woman in disdain and grudgingly accepted her o...
Autumn Lets Go
Autumn, the season, teaches about the beauty of letting go but Autumn, the person closing in on her 30th birthday, has held onto everything and feels ugly for it. Her body tied in knots, too ashamed of her body to seek a professional masseuse, she is thankful for her husband’s magical way with his fingers as they worked to temporarily squeeze out the bricks she always seems to be carrying. “Why don’t you see a professional,” Chris would often ask. Autumn was never certain if he meant a masseuse or a therapist but assumed he meant both. He knew of her troubled past, she was transparent in her ...