The Darkness_Parental Gardening_Self-Discovery_through the eyes of another
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The Darkness
Nobody can understand. Even if they would, I can NOT tell them. I don’t even know where to begin. The sunshine in my days has turned to darkness. How can anyone weather a storm with not a single ray of light to guide them? There’s an emptiness that nothing I try will fill. I can sense evil upon me. It is dragging me down as though I am sinking in quick sand. As if losing everything I own is not enough… I am losing my mind and sanity.I break my silence. I confide in a choice few. Their advice I hear but can NOT bring myself to do. A few quick social engagements that I vaguely...
Parental Gardening
Alex The quiet neighborhood was asleep. Well, mostly asleep. One house, slightly different from the rest, had been awoken with a start as the police brought Alex home for the fourth time this year. Breaking and entering had continued to get the small, brown haired teen in trouble. Owen, the father of the family, ushered his unruly son into the house. Standing a couple inches taller than Alex and with a wider frame, Owen seemed to hover over Alex. He clamped his heavy hand onto the back of Alex’s thin neck and let the weight of it rest heavy on the boy’s shoulders. Alex stared down at his muddy...
Self-Discovery
“We’re just too different,” I say, and shoot him. Point blwww.onedoor.ccank. One to the head. Bang.He collapses in on himself, folding and contorting into a crumpled heap of offal, leaching his blood onto the thirsty ground.I toss the gun on the grass beside him and jog through the summer flowers towards the trail down to the beach.#And here I am. Choking in the city. Assaulted by the cacophony of nighttime suburbia, scuttling through the light, creeping through the darkness. Staggering towards the sanctuary of the lab.Across the road, a red dress flaps, pegged on a clothesline, the ruffled sleeves catching...
through the eyes of another
I can’t remember a time when I felt comfortable with the person reflected in the mirror. Anyone who has ever been my friend would disagree, but I still haven’t got around to convincing the voice in my head. It’s not simply my physical appearance, although that bothers me too, I’m just not an attractive person. You know those people who captivate a room? I have always wondered how they are so effortlessly beautiful even when they aren’t trying to be. I feel like I’m always trying, and failing. Failing, not in the way of trying to become a different person, but failing to be nothing more than a ...