February 2012
7 posts
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Rewind
“I’m really bad at promises, so I think I should say no.”
“Are you serious? We’ve been dating for 10 years.”
“I know and I love you, but I don’t want to…get married. We can still be together forever but without all of the extra…everything.”
“What’s wrong with the everything?”
“Nothing, I guess. I...
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Blues
Lauren wore the same pair of jeans everyday. The familiar scent of sweat, dirt and grass reminded her of dad. He was gone now. Forty-five days since his accident at the plant. It was sudden and tragic and sad. It gave her the excuse to do things like wear the same pair of jeans without washing them. No one questioned why she started smoking cigarettes. No one asked her to eat dinner or vegetables...
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Pepperoni
Susan liked it without cheese but with extra pepperoni. It looked a little like a double homicide, considering her career of crime scene photographer, it seemed appropriate.
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Letting Go
Simon wasn’t ready to let go. He held the knife in his hand so tightly that a sharp pain started to form somewhere in the background. His hand felt wet and his stomach churned thinking about what he had done to himself. He dropped the knife, reached for the kitchen towel and wrapped his bloodied hand without looking at it. He would faint at the sight of it. Right in front of his mother, her...
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Time
I wish I had the time. A constant thought that plagued my mind. It got to the point that all I thought about was hours, minutes and seconds. I didn’t even have time for time anymore.
So I packed my bags, put on my sleep mask and took a nap.
Three hundred and sixty-five days later, I woke up, refreshed. I yawned, my back a bit sore and my socks a little worn.
But he was still there,...
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No Hope
Day 1: It started off as a few red bumps.
Day 2: The next day they were a little bigger, but a little less red.
Day 3: Maybe I should go to the doctor. Nah, no big deal.
Day 4: I called out to work. I just need sleep. Yeah, that’s it.
Day 5: It’s all over. Oh my god. It’s all over. Red and probably dying, I drag myself to the emergency room. My friend, Pamela, drives me. She...
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Candy
I guess we’re complex like a salted caramel. I just want to chew you up, but three hours later, you’re still there hiding behind my molars.