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Kathryn Parker

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Last Kiss

The last hope wooshed from my body with force as the doctor explained that there was nothing more that they could do for him. His mind had already gone and what was left was no more than a body, barely warm and that was mostly from blankets and a small fever. I sagged with the loss of collected prayers and wishes over the past week as I went to be by his side. I reached out with a wrinkled hand, liver spots coating my once flawless skin. What I would do to be eighteen again, to be the girl with the long brown hair that blew in my face in his...

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The Doll

Note: Mentions of abuse and grief Elizabeth awoke with a renewed spirit, her heart bursting with hope that this would be a new day. The tiny Overlord called Stacey took care of dressing her in a pretty new blue dress with intricate glitter designs, she was delicate and calm today. Stacey’s own dress was blue, but not as elaborate as Elizabeth’s. She brushed Elizabeth’s hair with love and care rather than her normal pulling and teasing. She was quiet, not a loud cretinous creature as was her usual style. Elizabeth was beyond grateful for the...

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The Chips

Bay Bridges Barbeque chips are her favorite, not just any brand, it has to be that specific brand. As kids, teenagers, and especially adults, Heather had to have these chips. It wasn’t that they were good, but they were also a comfort food for her. Most people had to have coffee or energy drinks to start their days, but Heather had to have a small bag of chips to have a good day. It was one of those things that made her an oddball, but also the person I loved the most. The biggest issue for the last couple of years is finding these chips. He...

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The Cake

Jessica sat at the table with her daughter, Janie. Jessica and Janie could have easily been mistaken for sisters as Jessica had taken good care of her skin throughout her fifty years. Both had long honey blonde hair with ice blue eyes and lips other women would kill for, as well as model builds. Janie had some of her father in her, but that was mostly her stubborn attitude. There was still almost a whole chocolate between the two women, with only two slices taken and barely touched. Janie was slowly sipping her lukewarm coffee while Jessica ...

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Last Meal

Trigger Warning: Spousal abuse, violence, other sensitive themes, alcohol use. Demetri wrapped his fingers around the fork, making himself choke down the burnt food that Stephi was serving. Her cooking had never been world class and no one would accuse her of trying to better herself in the kitchen or… the bedroom. His wife was perfectly content with being mediocre. She was a thin shell of a woman with dirty, stringy brown hair which was always in some kind of bun or ponytail. It hid the pool of grease from only showering when she felt like...

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The Wedding

Don’t go to the wedding The note simply said as Winnie Tuck stared at it in disbelief. In five hours, she was supposed to be the maid of honor for her sister, and best friend, Wren. Wren was marrying Winnie’s childhood crush and other best friend, Wesley Pike. The three had known each other for over twenty years and in their younger years had the troublesome trio of Lister St. When they grew into teenagers, Winnie fell in love with Wes, but he only had eyes for Wren. Winnie and Wren were fraternal twins, but couldn’t be more different in loo...

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The Ending

I haven’t moved or even let out a breath I hadn’t realized I had been holding for what seems like ages. I hang out in this limbo just waiting for you to write, to think of me again. Put your problems aside and pick up the computer. That expensive piece of machinery you bought to “concentrate on your writing”. I keep screaming in your head, keep waiting on your page. But you just keep passing the computer, I see you looking at it like it is dog crap on the sidewalk, see that lust in your eyes when you think your muse has found you again. I kn...

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The Bus to Galway

The bus bounced up and down on the country road, each bump causing my stomach to retch. I took a deep breath to calm it down. It drew the attention of the other four people on the bus and the old man, possibly in his late 70s/early 80s in the seat across from me, offered an antacid. “No, thank you,” I said, staring past him out the window at the beautiful green outside. The tour guide was talking about donkeys or something when the bus started to slow down. Confused murmurs filled the small space and I turned my attention to the tour guide....

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Unexpected

A knock on her door woke her up from an interesting dream, it was of her setting her soon-to-ex-husband,Matt, on fire. Not an altogether bad dream, she thought bitterly, as she looked out the peephole. Sarah saw a rather handsome older Filipino man with an unusually elongated face, white peppering his black hair and trimmed beard. His charming smile was magnified by the peephole as she was taken aback. “Hi, I’m here to see Matt. My name is Henry,” he said. He must’ve heard her footsteps and assumed she was going to be safe before opening the...

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The Hottest Day

Trigger Warning: Divorce, Breaking Up, Cancer, Infertility She was dreading walking into the blistering heat, her wide sunglasses already adorned upon her face. It hid her tears from the world, not that anyone would blame her. It wasn’t an everyday thing to end a marriage. Even with the cheating accusations and arguing about whatever little thing they could bring up, Jill still loved Pete. She still viewed him as the guy she met at the bookstore, reading Jane Austen in hopes of striking up a conversation with a particularly pretty cashier n...

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The Coffee

Trigger Warning: Loss, Grief, Postpartum Depression, Drunk Driving, Death He wipes the counter with his worn dishrag. The atmosphere for his small coffee shop is slow today, giving him time to think. A smile is what he presents, but the turmoil in his mind isn't giving way. What he could do with more money or time, he thinks as he keeps wiping away. If only his boy had more time. He finds himself clutching the rag in anger, balling it in his wrinkled hand, hurting himself a bit. His thoughts are interrupted by a clatter by the door as a wom...

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