A Reluctant Superhero_In regard to: 100 wishes_Anger Issues_Wishes (Lucy, part V)
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A Reluctant Superhero
Seth did not know how it happened. One morning, he just woke up and he could do it. It was a miracle! Apparently, he no longer needed the wheelchair beside his bed. The feeling in his legs returned and his toes even twitched! He wiggled his legs while he was still in the bed. They moved and he was moved to the point of tears. Three years after a motorcycle accident left him paralyzed and after doctors told him the severity of his injuries would never allow him to walk again, Seth was walking. He was somewhat wobbly, but he there he was, putting one foot in front of the other, walking around ...
In regard to: 100 wishes
Part One: The Journal In regard to: the beginningI hope the poor soul who finds this does not make the same mistakes that I have. The text was stamped on by an old fashioned typewriter, the ink faded. Attached to it, there was a small spherical package, wrapped in burlap and tied with twine. The package itself was hidden, but not in a way where it was never meant to be found. It was in a banyan tree, only just sticking out because the tree overlapped it. I had to rip it out of the tree, leaving a small cavity. The package looked suspicious, and my friends were wondering where I ran off, so I ...
Anger Issues
I closed my eyes, breathed in, and breathed out. My psychiatrist told me that every time I found myself spiraling, I should just breathe. Jokes on her, I can’t even breathe properly. I had asthma for most of my childhood, but it wasn’t something very present in my life. It was something that showed up at your doorstep one day and then is gone the next, never knowing when it’ll come back. Kind of like an absent father, God knew I was very fond of that one. I could see the public bathroom fairly well. The floors were dirty, sticky if you were to place your hand on them. The walls were white, fil...
Wishes (Lucy, part V)
It’s late, it’s dark, it’s lonely. I’m sitting at the train station, waiting for the next train. I don’t know where it’s headed, and I don’t really care. As long as it’s away from here. And not back to San Quentin. There’s no one else here. I can’t even buy a ticket yet.Out of nowhere this woman appears and walks over to my bench. She sits down www.onedoor.ccnext to me, leaving a small amount of space. I can smell her perfume; Woolworth’s Summer. Lucy’s favorite scent.I can’t not look at her, even though I really want to be alone with my thoughts. She’s wearing a pair of worn denim jeans, tightly wrapping h...