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The Heart-Shaped Girls
In third grade, I envied the girls with the heart-shaped faces. Their sharp little chins always made me think of freshly sharpened colored pencils—and their skulls, so delicate and pointed, reminded me of candy hearts—the ones I’d get every Valentine’s Day up until the age of nine or ten or whenever you had to start being more than just a girl enrolled in the public school system to receive heart-shaped objects from people you wanted to kiss. My only consolation at the time was that the candy hearts tasted like chalk. No one actually craved them. No one ever said, ‘God, I could really go for a...
Talking to Shadows
“Hello friend, where were you?” The shadow man didn’t say anything. Just waved, silent, cold as ice on the back of Lana’s neck. “I know, I haven’t been talking to you as much anymore. I- I can’t stand to look in the mirror, you know?” The shadow man nodded, tilting his head in a sympathetic way. “Don’t look at me like that. I’m ok. Or I will be. It was just hard for a hot minute. I’m sorry.” The shadow man reached out from behind me, reaching for my shoulder, but he was a shadow, he couldn’t touch anything. It seemed so www.onedoor.cclonely. Except for Sissy. What was so special about Sissy? Why could he to...
Imprisonment via Train
She stared out the train window, watching the scenery whiz by quickly as she made her way home. If she squinted her eyes, the trees, dilapidated houses, homeless encampments, and open space all seemed to intersect together into one big blob. Her train rides to and from work and home were approximately an hour and a half long with 10 stops. There was approximately 10 minutes between each stop. Sighing, she wondered why she would endure a three-hour daily round trip commute. Conductor: Now reaching Smithson. If Smithson is your destination, please exit now. Please watch your step. Smithson....
Cat and Mouse, Except the Mouse is Me
September 6th For the record, I don’t like cats. I mean, they’re okay, but dogs are far superior. My proof? This one cat is obsessed with me. It won’t leave me alone. And it’s black. So just my luck. I have a bad omen following me around wherever I go. When I do the dishes, it’s on the windowsill, curled up and bathing in the evening light. When I go to sleep, it snuggles up right next to me, and I push it off the bed. Yet, in the morning, it’s there, using my stomach as a headrest. When I’m driving in the car, it rides in the passenger seat. It’s become our routine; wake up, I make breakfast...