Forbidden Fruit_i go apple picking._A Day in the Coffee Shop_Extinguished
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Forbidden Fruit
Cold air forcefully cleaned my lungs as I took my first deliberate breaths of the morning. My eyes slowly crept open. It was all there as I had expected. Blue sky. Bright sunshine. Bold coloured leaves. My favourite time of year was here at last. I know many hate autumn. They see it as a time of death. The anticipated fields, forests and gardens of summer alive mere months ago, now withered like the frail and sick always do at the end. Yet, this season also meant warm beds, hearty feasts and cozy times. I stretched deeply and shook myself conscious. Things and places wait for no one, I reminde...
i go apple picking.
i go apple picking. he drives. because he always drives. i know the way that he drives as well as i know the roads behind my childhood home. the winding, long winded roads built for speed and sad songs that play on loop. the roads that i have spilled my heart to too many nights because they listen and learn the repetition of my shredded tires. the roads that memorwww.onedoor.ccized my first car crash, which stained their gravel with shrapnel and my parents’ hearts with disappointment. yes, these roads have known my patterns, my abrupt steering, my swift swirls. but he drives now. he drives with caution and ...
A Day in the Coffee Shop
The Early Bird Coffee Shop is already bustling with people by the time that I get there. I stop in the front of the room, and take a moment to breathe in the smell of freshly ground coffee, cinnamon, and autumn ingredients.I order a pumpkin spice latte and a steaming, still-hot cinnamon roll. My favorite table in the corner is still open, and I take it.I wolf down a bite of cinnamon roll and am about to start typing on my laptop when one of my friends, Sara, sits down next to me.“Hi, Elle,” She says, taking a sip of steaming coffee. “What are you writing?”“A story about how we all die, and th...
Extinguished
It was all internal, and she knew it. But that didn't matter because it was all real to her. The burning pain coursing through her, the choking and shortness of breath suffocating her, the flashing thoughts that races with each pulse. She couldn't see the difference between reality and the blazing worries, clouding over her mind until it was all a merge between what was happening and what she was feeling. There was a lack of clarity, a panic to return somehow, a fear that she would be lost in this internal flame for good without anyone knowing. The buzzing picked up and she started losing foc...