A Promise in the Storm_Making Memories_The King of Carrion_Last Wishes
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A Promise in the Storm
New Year: the time for resolutions and all that "jazz." But New Years is only one day in which you look back on your past year and see through all of your lwww.onedoor.ccies, and vow to become a better person. Well, my New Year's wish this year, "Get through 2021 so you can start this process all over again."The feeling of desired freedom and wanted independence intertwined into my thoughts. The thoughts blaring throughout my head like a siren interjected over the self-determination. Space - always given. Independence - I’ve always wanted. Freedom - In the end, I need it. I can not stand the isolation and t...
Making Memories
Toys littered the living room floor, the Christmas tree stood undecorated in the corner and none of the presents were wrapped. And yet here I was pulling out butter and flour and eggs trying to make Grandma’s famous candy-cane cookies. Soft and sweet. Red and white dough twined together and shaped into candy canes. Dusted with crushed starlight mints and pearl sugar.I flipped through Grandma’s recipe cards, yellowed with age and speckled with food stains. Every recipe written in Grandma’s fancy cursive. Every “i” dotted and every “t”crossed with a swirly flourish, but no candy-cane cookie rec...
The King of Carrion
Although he loved her from afar, she sized him up fairly quickly, determined him to be reliable, then volunteered him to watch her cockatoo for the holiday break. “I’ll be back next week. Its food is in the plastic bag. If you could, give it some fruit once or twice a day,” she said breezily over her shoulder, as if parenting parrots came naturally. “What type of fruit—” he tried to ask her. As the door slammed on her way out, the parrot gave an ear-splitting chirp. He looked at the bird, waiting for it to stop. But the bird chirped again, loud and insistent. The bird appeared unkempt, and its...
Last Wishes
I never met my Uncle Elbrazzor. His passing was the first time I ever heard of him. I guess he was the black sheep of the family. From what I gathered from my relatives, he had a bank account that went into the millions, but yet he always wore raggedy clothes, lived in a shack, and always smelled like a pile of walking garbage. My family held a cheap and quick funeral for him. I got the feeling they did it out of obligation rather than out of love. During the service, I heard whispers of the millions of dollars my uncle saved up. Some of the family members even pondered who would inherit such ...