LONG ROAD HOME_Ripples on a Quiet Lake_The Right Timing_Keep this to Yourself
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LONG ROAD HOME
It had been twenty-four years since she’d last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same as the day she left. Gwen could not believe it had been twenty-four years since that night she ran away in anger. Her parents were trying to keep her from making a huge mistake by marrying Barry. He was a jock, the captain of the football team. She stood looking at the house, thinking about the road her life had taken. Guilt washed over her as she regretted that it had taken so long to come home. Her parents knew Barry was trouble. He didn’t have any ambition or desire for more in life, as long as he ...
Ripples on a Quiet Lake
The aroma of instant coffee woke me up. It wafted into my nostrils, whirled its way into my every nerve, and woke up every bit of my sleeping body parts. I sat cross-legged; hands tucked inside the pocket of my grey sweater, absorbing every heat they can get. My eyes squinted as the tender light of the dawn entered the tent. The fog slowly vanished in the presence of the early morning sun. Puffy, white clouds enveloped the Lover’s Summit – as what everyone called the twin mountains. Mike smiled at me as he transferred freshly fried eggs into the plate filled with white rice and canned corned-b...
The Right Timing
TW// deathCara Stanton didn’t fit in. She never had. She never knew why, was it the way that she talked? Was it the way she presented herself? Nobody knew the answer, all she knew was that she was different. And for some reason people avoided her because of it.That meant she was used to being alone, too. She at least had her family growing up, but not really having any friends to call her own put a gap in her heart she didn’t know how to fill. She learned to get over it, but the ewww.onedoor.ccmptiness and longing never truly left her alone.Now she was here, at 20 years old walking to her apartment after wo...
Keep this to Yourself
“Keep this to Yourself”Most people deal with it at some point in their lives and usually more than once. It’s one of those times when someone walks up to you, glances around and then leans in and says something like, “Hey, I just heard something and you can’t tell a soul.” Some people react with the thought, “Why in hell do you want to tell me something that has to be kept secret?” Of course there are others who react with “Oh my God, what is it? Tell me!” It’s like you’re being handed a box that might contain a firecracker or it might contain a bomb and either way, the burden to keep the lid ...