Life changing news we are going to kickstart your brain to wake you up

A twitch

blurry eyes,

hands to the heart

legs wobble with excitement

A smile

I shudder the fear

Breath calm breathing

Hair prickle

Feet wobble

Chest expand

Mummering in the Voice

Heart beat races

The beats of the machine rattles...

TW: self-harm

My wounds are words

That speak the story

Of the things I feel, but can’t say

Reminders of the actions I took

To take back control

To stop feeling this way

The blood is release

It’s exhale

As it flows down my leg

Giving my pain attention

Concreteness

So it no longer has to beg

To others, it’s scary

It was to me at first too

I never understood

How this was something ...

Simon and Carman stopped in their tracks when they saw their mother tearing up envelopes scattered across the coffee table so when he approached her, all the letters had 'Samantha Fletcher' written sloppily on them. His eyes widened and clenched his fists, biting hard on his tongue to supress his rage but his body moved on its own, snatching one letter out of her hand.

Within seconds, a stern han...

I start to laugh

thinking this is probably just a joke.

But I stop when I see her face.

“Your- your serious?!”

my emotions a mixture of disbelief and concern,

“See! This is why I didn’t tell you!”

This can’t be happening, I think, Cammy has never had hallucinations or anything of the sort!

“Cammy…” I say slowly,

“are your sure your OK?”

“Yes Lis, I’m SURE.” She says rolling her eyes.

I bite ...

I’ve been mute since I was born. And now, this is the time where I really wish more than anything else that I was able to talk.

Why me? What did I do to deserve this? I have 2 young children at home. They need me. I can’t leave them. But I will. In a few months. At least, that’s what the doctors said to me. It’s already hard being a mute mom. Especially when they need me the most. They’re too yo...

Sophie sat alone in the sterile doctor's office, her hands tightly clenched in her lap. The doctor's words hung in the air like a heavy cloud, suffocating her. She stared blankly at the floor, her eyes fixed on the scuffed linoleum tiles.

As the doctor continued to speak, Sophie's once-steady hands began to tremble uncontrollably. She bit down on her lower lip so hard that a metallic taste filled...

Roast pork loin with an apricot mustard glaze braised with butter beans and aromatics. Soft thumping sounds seeped from the kitchen as Nathan hand whipped mashed yams. Syrupy warm nutmeg wafted into the dining room. Amy sniffed and bile roiled in her abdomen. Her head swimming, Amy took measured breaths to steady herself.

Grey green hydrangeas, peach carnations, and willow branches gracefully le...

When I was a teenager I was able to play the piano beautifully eventually I did learn how to do it with both hands and both my parents enjoyed hearing me play in the evenings and Sunday mornings. Twelve years later I'm twenty-one I have been in the military for four years now but I'll never forget the night I was sent off to a real battle it was raining that day when we ran and got our gear on it ...

Something was going on.

I could tell from the nervous

twitching of her hands.

And from the look

in her eyes that said clearly:

I’m dying to tell you my secret, but I can’t.

Cammy was the only person in the whole wide world that I knew better then the back of my hand, we’d been best friends since preschool. And that was before the year.

“The year” was the only thing we practically never discussed...

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It makes sense that it’s raining.

Even the sky is crying.

The sea of black mourners twists and tumbles, turning into one giant creature.

Looming.

Prying

Wishing to be anywhere but here.

Not realizing that this isn’t social hour

That you can’t just talk about the weather.

What you are going to do next weekend.

Who lost the last football game.

This is a ritual to...