His Shirt_Turning Back Time_The Stories We Carry_The Veranda
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His Shirt
Wearing a boyfriend’s shirt is romantic, but what about a one-night-stand’s? It can’t be as beautiful. Maybe commemorative or celebratory. Congrats on the shag! But I think this guy’s different. It’s my first one-nighter, so I don’t have much experience in this department of sexual relations. However, I never knew a sleepover could be part of the deal. Too busy worrying about how I looked and what he thought about me, I only slept for three hours total last night. While he snuggled me in his sleep, I wanted to get out but never let go. I’m really good at letting things happen to me. Would my ...
Turning Back Time
I prefer to work in silence. The yowls and mews of my apartment and the incessant barking above make it impossible to get any work done, therefore I’m left to find a new solution. Some place quiet. Some place vast. Every time I walk up the marble steps to the front doors, I think aaah – this feels like home. I knew it the first time my rough hands pushed open the glass door and my old, worn shoes clacked against the marble as if they were made to dance. That’s how you should feel at home, right? As if you could dance, sing, write poetry. Home should be a place where you feel free to express...
The Stories We Carry
Will pulled into the parking space and put the car in park. He reached to turn off the ignition, but paused, closing his eyes and letting the air from the vents wash over him for just a second longer. He exhaled slowly, settling himself. He made this visit three times a week, but it had never gotten any easier. The hard, unspoken truth of having a parent with dementia is that you have already lost them, but you can’t begin to grieve the loss because they are still here.Having gathered himself, Will grabbed the plastic grocery bag from the passenger seat and headed to the entrance of the facili...
The Veranda
You only hear about haunted houses. Blockbuster horror movies take place in large Victorian houses or creepy cabins in the middle of nowhere. Everybody knows that. Nobody’s ever been willed an apartment in some lwww.onedoor.ccower middle-class neighborhood by a mysterious aunt. Rich families with old secrets don’t hire nannies to watch peculiar children in apartment buildings. That’s not the kind of setting an audience wants to look at for two hours; it’s just not good story telling. Besides, a proper haunted location needed to be old, or built on top of something old, not just tossed up where the K-Mart u...