French Doors_Playing Family Roulette_Hero's Journey_Seoul Station
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French Doors
Content warning: verbal parental abuse, mental illness, disordered eating.…and please God, help me to be more kind and patient and respectful, but brave, yes also, brave…She thought she heard the floor creak beneath someone's feet outside her door. Or maybe it was just the house settling? Making sure not to lift her head or neck, she slowly opened her eyes and shifted them as far as she could to the left before they felt sore and stuck. She tried to see if she could make out any shadows or figures through the sheer curtains they had placed on the french doors to her “room”.And help me to find ...
Playing Family Roulette
"Oh, you're up sweetheart! Fabulous, let's go. I'm taking you out to party today!" "What? Mom, I got to go to school!" “Come on, it's Freedom Day, darling! I just can't take this lockdown anymore, I need to get out of this house!” "Well do go, then. Just go without me." "The GCSEs are over, Josh, what’s left to study? You're always busy, always so caught up in your books, you always find an excuse not to spend time with your own mother!” Josh wanted to roll his eyes and tell his mother just how unreasonable she was being. How silly this all sounded, especially coming from a parent to her chi...
Hero's Journey
Reilly McKevittContest #9129 May 2021Dedicated to Sasha and her boundless amount of positivity.Hero's JourneyIf my life was a book, it’d be a prequel. Each sentence would be structured out of deranged lies and hopeful falsities, setting myself up for a magical future. But every page would be an eyesore to read, or to even conceive, because the possibility of my goals- or my “call to adventure,” ever occurring are very low on the scale. I live my life as if it’s a prequel. As if one day, my story will emerge with a bright and shiny cover, displayed on the racks of a nearby Barnes & Noble, and e...
Seoul Station
Taejin pulled his baseball cap lower on his face. Between that and the face mask he hawww.onedoor.ccd on, nobody would recognize him. He rubbed his gloved hands together and looked longingly at the Tous Les Jours across the street. The sign and warm light inside the cafe shone brilliantly in the darkness and through the falling snow. But being indoors in a well-lit environment would mean a higher chance of being recognized.He peered down at his little notebook, barely able to see the words now. He turned the page toward the light but still couldn’t make much sense of them. This was crazy. He ought to just l...