Whatever You Do, Don’t Let Go_A Wrench thrown at Heartache_The Things I Wrote_The art studio during
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Whatever You Do, Don’t Let Go
I looked at the button and clicked it. Just another harmless item, right? It was just a spice rack for $15, less if I subscribed to the website, and I did. I entered my email and made up a password, a rush of adrenaline coursing through me as I pressed the button. A tear drifted down my left cheek and I brushed it away, both of my eyes burning at the sight of the computer screen. I blinked and a painful sting hit me, one that I knew too well. I needed to get off the computer, but I just needed to buy one more thing; some cute shoes for myself. I had thirteen pairs of shoes, but that was okay...
A Wrench thrown at Heartache
Zed stared at the email, knowing once he’d put it down, he’d never look at it again. Strings of letters strung together, forming words, forming sentences, so disconnecting. Jessie, the woman who had been the love of his life, was no more the flesh and blood woman in his arms, her face and her words, now mere pixels on his screen, distintegrating. He hurled the computer into his backyard, symbolic, he knew, but using his physical strength felt good. For good measure, he flung a large wrench, shattering the monitor. …Eight months later, Zed sat with his mug of coffee in his easy chair and watch...
The Things I Wrote
The Things I Wrote By Jennifer Leigh KieferIn sixth grade, you stopped me in the hall by our lockers. You had noticed I was reading a book you liked. I was new to the school; you were my first friend. By seventh grade we had a friend group that was inseparable. Bonded by books, bonded by the written word. We spent our time writing stories and acting out the ones we read in the woods by your house. Out there we could do and be anything. We would climb the trees like cats or fly out of them like birds. Those woods were a whole world to us then. You were so wonderfully adventurous, always convinc...
The art studio during Christmas.
I finished sewing my latest suit to be sent to my friends in Italy. We've been working on this together for a while so I hope it’s a hit. I brought it over to my work desk where I had the bag for it layed out. Zipping it all the way up to the hanger, I picked it up from the table and went to drop it off at our mailing services. On the way there my boss, Jennine stopped me, “Hey you’re coming to the meeting after work in the conference room right?” She asked as she seemed ecstatic.“For what?” I asked, I didn’t remember hearing about a meeting after work, or I would've stayed home. “The Chwww.onedoor.ccrist...