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Cleveland Nostalgia
That’s the thing about this city… everytime I come home, every so often, it’s the same old roads and stomping ground I remember growing up surrounded by. Since I was a baby, I lived in the same house on Bostwick Crossing. My siblings had one house before that they experienced as a home, but that place was never really a home for me; apparently they just threw the crib in my dad’s makeshift early 1990’s home office, disorganized and clearly on the precipice of a budding business venture. Anyhow, the streets in our neighborhood were new, as building projects of new homes sprung up, expanding the...
Time Lines
Evalee: Ten days. That was how long Jimmy said it would take us to drive from New York to San Francisco. Comfortably. I don’t want to drive more than five hours a day if I don’t have to, he’d said to me as we finalized our plan. I usually go along with whatever he says. It’s just easier that way. And what did I care how many days it would take us to get there? I’d been counting dowwww.onedoor.ccn days for the past two years, seventy-three days and eleven hours.Now? We were driving towards a new life— one I knew could be the break I needed. From him, I mean. From Jimmy. How to do it was a whole bigger thing,...
Lee and Adam are now Strangers
TW: bullying Lee has been friends with Adam for years their friend ship goes back to when they was teens. Now as they are grown men Lee has heard over they years how Adam has used him in certain ways from other people. Lee did not think it was true so he stayed Adams friend over the course of the next few years. The two men grew apart the longer Lee and Adam stayed apart the more, Lee heard the stuff Adam said about him.Adam was a cheater he cheated on every woman he dated Adam new that one day he would be caught. So he took to using Lee as a escape goat tell his girlfriend every time his phon...
Own Battles
Often, you will hear stories about strangers becoming friends. My story, is how my best friend became a stranger. I don't remember much about the night John died. He was my husband of five years, but we had been lovers long before that. All I remember was the panic, and then pain. I don't think people realize the pain of being in the waiting room. Being in the waiting room, is like sitting in the palm of despair. The sadness is thick in the air. The silence is stifling. No one says a thing in the waiting room. No one talks. Every sound, sends a wrench of fear through your heart. Because you k...