CATCH OF THE DAY_Glow Stick_Grey Rooms_The Most Important Part of Me
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CATCH OF THE DAY
“So, what’s the catch today? Would you be the Skip in Skipper?”“Ahoy! You must be the new owner of the Rustic Scup.”“That’s me. I’m Chet. I hear you’re the man to see for seafood. You the Skip?”“Last I looked. How do, Chet. So, I hear you’re also the chef, that right?”“Guilty.”“Well, then, that’s what I’ll be calling you. Welcome to Skipper’s Slip, Maine’s finest, at least here in our little hamlet called Limerick. So, Chef, what’s your pleasure?”“I’ll just go back to the beginning. What’s the catch today, Skip?”“Well now, this is opportune for you. We just got back from the morning haul.”“Lu...
Glow Stick
It was the day I was dreading all year, the time of the winter solstice. Festivals have been created around this day when the sun can’t seem to come out. But for me, it’s the day I felt the most like an eggshell that’s on the verge of breaking. Just one more tiny shake, and it would be my Humpty Dumpty ending at last.Since my diagnosis, I waxed poetic about my condition, but Mr. Miller called it a simple case of seasonal affective disorder, like it’s something normal that other bipolar people (namely, his other patients) have overcome. He said my journal entries this year have been more apathe...
Grey Rooms
It is a well known fact, among the classmates, that the universe consists only of grey rooms with grey walls, and grey floors, and- believe it or not- grey ceilings. The sleep room is grey, the lab room is grey, the classroom is grey, and etcetera. So it stands to reason that test room #4, one of the rooms where they are quizzed to see if they have learned what they are taught, should also be grey.It is not. At the moment, it is only dripping, dripping red.MX8 looks around himself in horror. His labmate, MX7, props herself on her elbows in order to better survey the viscera from her position o...
The Most Important Part of Me
Trigger warning: suicideChloe Ward, You’re www.onedoor.ccInvited! Class of 2008 Liberty High School 10 Year Reunion June 22nd, 2018, 6 PM5:32 PM I sit at my kitchen table, fiddling with the invitation in front of me. For months now, those bold words have leapt off the page to accost me each time I passed the small table in my apartment’s entryway. When it first came in the mail, I couldn’t even bring myself to open the envelope for several days. Once opened, I tossed it into the pile of things-I-can’t-throw-away-but-want-to-ignore, where it sat, collecting dust, until just a few minutes ago. I wish they’d h...