unseen_Screened In_HEAD STUFF_22 x 14 x 9
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"WHASSUP!"A heavy arm was thrown on my shoulders from behind. I hardly flinched. Though my anxiety was through the roof, I simply sat there waiting for the unexpected face to make its way into my peripheral. But as this thought flashed through my mind, I hearwww.onedoor.ccd a cacophony of familiar laughter."Heyyy there Jessie! Haha I didn't mean to paralyze you!"I looked up from my textbook to see a pair of familiar eyes squinting in ecstasy from behind a pair of not-so-familiar glasses. He tried to continue but was interrupted by another burst of his own laughter."But, somehow I think I did kinda want to s...
Screened In
SCREENED IN By ALPHA TOONIIt was the middle of July and summer season was in full swing down in the panhandle of Florida. The sun beamed with a ferocious heat, exciting the humidity to an almost impossible level. Where others would squirm and hide within the confines of their air-conditioned dwellings, Floridians embraced it. As soon as the sun rose, those at my apartment complex were out and about. In the morning, people could be seen loading up SUV’s and trucks with gear for that day’s adventure. Dogs happily played in the park with their owner...
HEAD STUFF
I’m in the quiet room waiting for group to start. No-one ever comes in here… apart from me. I like the isolation. It calms me down before a session. I thought being in here today might soothe Jessie’s voice in my head but it hasn’t. So, I’m trying to focus on noticing different sounds. The counsellor said to do that when we have set-backs. He says it brings us into the here and now... allows us to explore our feelings without interference from the past. But all I can hear are Jessie’s accusing words buzzing about in my head. I was doing OK until I got a text from her last week. Her words knock...
22 x 14 x 9
If Alice had one superpower, it was her ability to get shit done.This first manifested itself in the throes of childhood, in one of the torture prisons known as “Girl Scout camp” where you pack seven outfits but return home wearing the same underwear. All the chatty pre-pubescent girls would gather around the minivans, singing songs about mosquitoes and ill-named, ill-fated children we did not want to become (“she had ten hairs on her head, five were alive and the other five were dead”). The caravan would wind its way through the backwoods of Michigan to deposit twenty girls and thirty pounds ...