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“What are you writing in that book of yours?” I stop scribbling in my journal to look up at my father, he looks more concerned than curious. Minutes earlier he was watching the news of the infamous Falkirk Serial Killer of Iowa. I believe that the moment they had a drawing that was almost perfect to my face on the news, he knew that it was his one and only son causing the trauma of the small, forgotten town. “Nothing you need to be concerned with.” I lick my lips and wipe the sweat off of my forehead before grabbing my notebook and ch...
"Please, please hurry. We need to get there before they close." I rushed around the apartment trying to find my sons insurance card, I'm not sure why I took it out of my wallet in the first place. My children were tearing the apartment apart trying to help me, but I think it was only making things harder for us. My son, Max, was recently diagnosed with a rare form of cancer. We were finally being transferred to this new office that specifically specialized in rare forms of cancer. It was over an hour away and if I didn't le...
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I’ve been hiding under my table for 6 hours, 6 hours I have been cuddled up next to an iron skillet waiting for the perfect moment to make a run for it. Alex, someone I met on an online dating website about two months ago, gifted me a yellow Canary for Christmas, despite me mentioning that I had a fear of flying animals. Not to mention that the color yellow is the least appealing color on the planet. “Trust me, you’ll love it! The canaries are known to be beautiful singers! Don’t you love singing?” The moment that Alex gave me this ...
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