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Astray
All I could remember was how warm the air was. That first touch of my fingertips against the surface of the water and I felt shaken by the warmth that embraced all my body. I remember inching my fingers slowly as I was hugged by the air. As I moved up from the depths of the cold ocean home, the heat twisted itself around my body like vines, and water droplets ornamented its leaves until there was no more. I was not used to this new feeling. My first time ever being out of the water, and all I could feel was this overwhelming heat that surrounded each and every nerve. I was surprised at how c...
Knight in Tarnished Armor
I wasn’t looking for anyone new. I promise. I was trying, so hard, to be a good wife. Trying to do what I had never done… be faithful. Trying to live up to the promise I had made, not only to myself, but to my husband. I tried. I really did. After being separated for nearly ten years by circumstances, I came home. There my husband was, waiting for me, faithful and true. If he had strayed, I would not have ever blamed him. How could I? I wasn’t a saint. I wasn’t the good and faithful wife I had promised I would be. But he hadn’t, and I commend him on so many levels. He is such a good man, and ...
Quinceanera mishap
It has been ten years since I had last attended a party. Even worse, ten years of not wanting to get out of the house. Now I am 25 years old. I have been traumatized, mainly scarred for life. It was ten years ago today that the accident happened. Well, you guys are probably wondering what the incident was that had traumatized me. It was back in 2021 when it was my turn to have my very own quinceanera. I have been dreaming about that day ever since I saw my sister when I was just five years oldwww.onedoor.cc. I had woken up that morning to hear that my dress had been completely covered in bleach. My grandma...
Graceland
Darkness was falling as Benjamin Caesar Smith tramped from the Dunfield train station to his mother’s cottage on the village outskirts. Ignoring the pangs of a headache that had traveled with him all day, he scuffed his shoes on the faded welcome mat, careful to remove all visible mud and dead leaf fragments. He rang the doorbell. The door flew open and—“Hellohowareyou!” kiss, kiss, achoo!—Florence scarcely welcomed him before she sprinted away to tend to the shrieking tea-kettle. He left his shoes, heels pushed against the wall, on the mat in the small porch. “Make yourself at home,” she cal...