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Crystals. Thirty-three sparkling, diamond-shaped crystals strung together. A string of lovely prayer beads that used to belong to my grandmother, swaying from my fingers. They had been locked in my drawer for a year. Perhaps they weren’t the only thing I had locked away for too long. Today, I would be bold. Today, I would […]
More1. I had felt like this before, when something overwhelmed me too much. I was losing my breath, hyperventilating; hot tears were streaming down my face. With the way the night started, I never would have guessed that it would end like this. My relationships have been back to back episodes of dysfunction. My high […]
More“You want me to what?” “You heard me.” “That makes no sense.” “What are you talking about? It’s ingenious.” “It’s asinine!” “Why do you care? You’re getting paid.” “What are you? A masochist?” “Somewhat, but as a sadist, who are you to judge my preferences?” He stared at her blankly, trying to assess the situation. […]
MoreI laid in his bed, stretched out, the covers barely touching my feet. His hand was still over mine. I could barely feel the heat radiating from it. I was already so warm. His hand made no difference. I felt sticky all over. I probably was. I tried moving my legs. They felt sluggish. His […]
MoreWhen Dove and I were in grade school, we had a friend that told us that the reason we looked the same was because we were actually the same person. She said that we were a single soul that was ripped in two. Oh really? Now I don’t even get my own soul? I was […]
MoreI board the limited express at midnight, indifferent to its destination. Old memories swimming in my mind replay themselves in fragile, multicolored bubbles, eventually forming a thick fog that threatens to consume me. It took all my consciousness just to not think about it. Instead, I slouch, and start to observe my gradually shrinking shadow, […]
MoreThe curtains hung like Spanish moss in the darkened room. They were transparent, the fabric irregular and patched, the holes casting a dappled pattern on the bedroom walls. Blurred shapes of light moved lethargically across the sparse bookshelf, the simple wooden cross, like puffs of cigarette smoke. Moving slowly out from under the covers, the […]
MoreEinstein once said that the true sign of intelligence is not knowledge, but imagination. Wrong. The true sign of intelligence is being knocked to the ground multiple times by someone twice your size. As I crawl across the floor to collect my comics and schoolwork (The former far more important than the latter), the voice […]
MoreI was standing with a group of friends, not even listening to what they’re saying. My eyes are focused on the posters, millions of them plastered all around the school. I glance at my friends and faintly smile. The posters read “Father Daughter Dance.” It’s not fair. They held these kinds of events for the […]
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