Hurt feelings_Right at Sundown_HH:MM:10_The Handsome Felon
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Hurt feelings
March 14, 2022 She was the girl nextwww.onedoor.cc door and for the longest time I felt she was my soulmate.I mean how could I not?Our parents had been friends for decades, we had played together almost everyday.She was my confidante.I could tell her all my secrets, all my insecurities, things I couldn't tell anyone else even if I tried.And she could tell me hers.I heard and watched so many things on the internet, t.v shows, movies and even from other people."Marry your best friend.""Be with someone who knows you better than yourself.""Fall in love with the person who completes you, who makes up for your we...
Right at Sundown
There was the pond and there was I, the floating inbetween- the two legged stance in motion, tending my heart-my father, and a drowning memory. At any given moment I could be upended by Dad's passing; as he was passing, ever so slow, limboing amid oxygen and angst. Death represented itself in the water and in the waiting and all I could do was breathe, in a purgatory complete with well fed catfish rolling in the shallows.I had realized after a conversation with Dad only a month earlier- that he was in need of great love. That he was perhaps- in the greatest need of need, but was blatantly inde...
HH:MM:10
Trigger warning: pet deathTen. Panting, sweating, heart beating violently. I feel it in my throat. The motion is nauseating. A steady rhythm denoting the continuation of life, and forceful enough to make one sick. I pedaled frantically in pursuit of my best friend. The street a black velvety expanse of freshly paved road. This felt like the longest distance anyone could travel. The incline unrelenting as I was unable to keep up with her pace. Shadoe stops in the middle of the black sea and looks behind her. I call out her name. This is a challenge and she is excited to accept it. The thrill of...
The Handsome Felon
“Are you coming tonight?” {quickly in a dulcet voice} Tamara asked. “Yes, definitely I will,” I replied {in a husky voice}. “I have texted you my address,” the conversation continued from the other side. “Yes, it reached. I will be right at your place at 8 pm”. With Goodbyes, she hung up the call (in a hasty way) as if she has to prepare for tonight. It’s been three days, I have met Tamara but, the aroma she carries is captivating. I don’t know which flowers do she like more. We met through a LinkedIn profile as she was searching for a business analyst for her MNC, and I know her professionall...