“I need to deposit money into the bank.” He said as he kept moving about his room and picking up objects and moving them somewhere else. I gestured to him to keep quiet and I tried to coax him back to ... [+]
It has been over eight years since my father has left his presence with us and on Earth. He was diagnosed with stomach cancer and his life was taken within one year of his diagnosis. My father was an ... [+]
My hands used to create magic. I think with the increasing demands of adulthood, they've had their spark pulled right out of them. My little sister's hands still glisten with it, but I fear he ... [+]
We may not all don crowns on our heads, but we all clothe ourselves in underwear. Underwear, I would argue, grants one as much power as—if not more power than—the jewel-encased headgear worn by ... [+]
Loneliness.
You didn’t expect it to come at all.
You liked it at first—you were finally alone! You could finally catch up on your hundred hours of missed sleep. You no longer needed to stress
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A man wearing a short, black hat sits on the same bench as me. I sit on one end, and he sits on the other. The bench lines the long, tall widows that face the small parking lot attached to the ... [+]
It was after 10:30 at night. I was surrounded by towers of nondescript apartment complexes over 20 stories high, though the middle courtyard was graced with beautiful trees hiding maze-like ... [+]
At the age of five I was fearless. As a child, identity seemed fluid, and it felt limitless. We could be bold, or we could be random. The ways of expressing ourselves felt boundless. And while there ... [+]
The average person uses different methods to escape from their problems. Some run marathons, some play basketball, others listen to music or strum their guitar. Whatever the means, we all try to lose ... [+]
Mr. Hazzard called for us to move to the next set. I was glad he got distracted for a moment before calling us to move because I had to break attention to figure out where that was. I located my ... [+]
The shafts of blue moon light remind me.
My grandmother still asks about you.
About us. A story from long ago with no ending chapter, no final page, no definite conclusion. Just words
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When my best friend and I reminisce on the iconic “Mitchell family vacations,” our annual trip down the shore, the most compelling memory is the car ride there. Along with the sweltering heat and lack ... [+]
I tiptoed out of the car, immediately felt the force of frigid air against my face, heard the gravel crunch beneath my shoes. It was just me, the sound of my shifting footsteps, and a vast, dark ... [+]
