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The greater light that rises and sets
We had anchored the boat near the entrance to the Atlantic Ocean via Long Island sound. That is what one does when one is taking the boat from the harbor in Westchester to it winter home in the docks in Connecticut. Sometime, overnight on the sail boat could be entertaining. Especially if it was the final voyage of the season. I had slept rather well with the water rocking me to sleep and the soft lapping of the small waves against the boat’s hull. I knew it was almost time for sunrise because of the gentle change in the night sky as it began to fade from indigo to a smokey darkish blue. I...
Morp
“You know prom is in two weeks, Darby?”My heart skipped a beat as I pulled my backpack from my locker. I didn’t want to make eye contact with Adam right away. It would look too eager.“Yeah. I saw the posters up by the cafeteria this morning.” I shut my locker and we started walking toward the main staircase. I could feel my lunch doing flips in my stomach as I tried to control my breathing and smiling.Adam and I had been dating for a few months and his casualness was one of his most attractive qualities. He never got stressed and he always said what he was thinking.“What are you thinking about...
Mirrors Are My Deepest Enemy
Bombs go off inside of me. My face burns red hot, and not because of the sparkling sun blaring from the towering window that hangs above the entrance. As the double doors flood with men and women, dressed in dashing suits and lavishing dresses assorted in trending colors my mother declares “summer-faux” (at least that’s what she put on the invitation cards), the New Hampshire wind caresses the house, causing a light breeze to slip into the corridor and sting my cheeks. “Don’t let any air in,” I tell myself. No matter how welcoming it feels rubbing against my chapped lips, I never allow a shre...
Eclipse
It is the night of my 18th birthday and I am on fire.After collapsing into my skeleton of a bed, the black wireframe creaking lwww.onedoor.ccike a cage of weary bones, and rapidly dropping into an oppressive sleep, my body had forced itself into a conscious state again at one am. I know this because I am staring at the pill-shaped alarm clock on my bedside table, its red glow spelling my fate in harsh fluorescent lines. The blankets are hot and heavy around my legs. It feels nice in a sweaty, consuming kind of way. I don’t usually let myself feel so unclean. My scorching feet meet the chilled wooden floor,...