I am homesick for a place I'll never call home again.
Closed Doors
I am homesick for a place I'll never call home again.
Category: Narrative
Good Vibes
good music, good food, good TV, good books the news that my best friends are doing okay the news that class was cancelled today beaches - I feel the calmest at the sea success - when I know that I didn’t let myself down for a change family - the way my cousin scrunches her … Continue reading Good Vibes
Foreclosure
I was eleven years old when I lost my mom, and my dad all but went with her. Sometimes I thought he was really trying to. Occasionally I wonder if it had been a gradual death, if it might have been better. Not to make light of cancer or anything, but at least with terminal … Continue reading Foreclosure
Missed Connections
“I wanted to know more about you,” if not in the moment, he’d at least have a way with words after the fact. “I wanted to know everything but instead couldn’t ask anything…” This was the fifth missed connections post he’d written in the last…three months? He hadn’t actually found the girls he was writing … Continue reading Missed Connections
Addict
6am, sleep in my eyes, I unlock my phone, hoping for a surprise Technology may be my demise I use it for everything - when I read, when I write, when I learn, when I exercise Rarely do I think to just put it away And it's only for a minute that I have self-restraint … Continue reading Addict
Eavesdropper
“Wait so you’re Phillip?” The man standing in front of the two of them at this party had just brought over the other man with his name and intended to play a little game. “Yes.” He didn’t really blame the guy - not only did they have the same name, but they kind of looked … Continue reading Eavesdropper
The Found Poem
I doubt you'd believe me if I told you the truth, Doubt you thought I knew a secret, but oh boy I do: This isn't a joke, and I swear it's not a ruse But something magical happens between 12 and 2. It's those small hours when something big happens, Not during the day, but … Continue reading The Found Poem
Greeting
(tw: self-harm/cutting) “Hello,” her hand raised, she assessed her reflection. Maybe not. “Hi…hey, what’s up?” Definitely not. This wasn’t some girl scout meeting (not that that would be much better), she wasn’t going to meet her best friends and sing kumbaya. Why did she even have to go to this stupid thing? She knew the … Continue reading Greeting
Friendship
A handshake and a grin are what started it all Long chats then began in the fall You became my friend. Coffee, restaurants, messaging that never ended Winter was when our lives blended You and I were friends. One pulling back, the other holding on, desperate Spring saw our lives become separate I was still … Continue reading Friendship
Animals: A Dirty Love Story
I thought I'd seen all the mud in the world, all the different kinds, until today. I was just minding my own business, eating the slop in my pen, when suddenly I heard this loud beeping noise! Oh I was so scared! I squealed and squealed but it just wouldn't stop. Then I heard the … Continue reading Animals: A Dirty Love Story
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