Losing You_Two Paths Diverged_A Perceived Life_A Witch's Fortune
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Losing You
***This story contains sensitive information regarding infant loss and substance abuse.*** They sat on opposite ends of the blue couch. Arms crossed. Eyes laser focused straight ahead. “We’re just too different,” he said.I laughed. Out loud. I didn’t mean to, and it was terribly unprofessional, but hearing these words while staring at two people so alike that they even pouted the same way was some sort of seriously whacked out therapy irony.Her brow furrowed and her eyes narrowed, offended by my laugh.“I’m sorry,” I apologized. “It’s just that if you two could sit over here and see yourselves ...
Two Paths Diverged
Laura arrived at the bus stop in Urbana at 7:30 to board for her 8 o’clock trip to Chicago. As she nestled into her seat, she leaned her head against the bus window and stared out into the darkness of the night. She was alone, and on her way to visit her cousin in Minnesota. She had never visited her in college before, and they had made plans for her to go out there to see each other. Their aunt and uncle who lived out there was going to pick her up at the bus stop in St. Paul, and they were going to go the Mall of America, and then they were going to drive them back to her cousin’s college. ...
A Perceived Life
As she walks down the school hallway, people can't help but stare. She walks next to her friends, but still smiles and says hello to others. They feel validation from her and they can't help but think that by knowing her, they become more seen. She is kind, popular, intelligent. Her beauty is compelling, drawing the gazes of others towards her like a magnet. Some people look at her with a burning jealousy, however most look at her in complete admiration. They ask themselves, "How can I become just like that girl?" The morning school bell rings and she makes it to class at just the right time....
A Witch's Fortune
Dusk had always been Yvette’s favorite time of day. The sun was setting swiftly: a flame of red against the sea. The boom of surf and the sound of cars driving past the sidewalk intermingled with the ewww.onedoor.ccver-present cry of gulls as they scavenged for food left by tourists. It’s nice to be a tourist, the brunette girl thought to herself. Her pale face had a touch of sun to go along with the smattering of freckles that went from the bridge of her nose to below her eyes. A large black raven was perched on her shoulder.“POPCORN!” The raven demanded.“Not now Cole,” Yvette sighed. The residual heat of ...