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(Trigger Warning: Swearing/Vulgar language. Skip if you feel uncomfortable with this kind of language.) Before I start, I’d like to say that I really am grateful. I really do appreciate what you taught me in that short time we spent together, whether that be negative or positive. You taught me, and perhaps that’s a good thing. I really am grateful, seriously. Please don’t take it the wrong way. It was just a writing prompt. And I hope you’ll never ever find this, so you’ll always be in the dark of what I really do think of you. I say I’m gra...
“We weren’t supposed to be here.” Kwame’s strong voice rings out among the ocean. We’re crammed into a small fishing boat, barely large enough for all of us, and the sails are at the will of the winds. “Even if we weren’t,” I respond calmly, “we’re here now.” “Stop trying to be the bigger man, Antonio,” Leon hisses from his corner of the boat, “nobody cares about how civil you can be. Just shut the fuck up and paddle.” Everybody quiets down after that. I did my hand into the cool water, and pull. Something brushes up against my fingers, and ...
(TW: Swearing) “Leave us. We have all the time in the world.” I raise an eyebrow as the man sitting across from me gestures for the guard next to him to exit the room. The lamp flickers on the near broken table between us. “So. Maeve. What’s going on?” The man fiddles with his fingers and adjusts his glasses to read a poorly-stapled file. “You’ve committed assault against three seemingly innocent people in the past month. I feel I have a right to ask…what’s happening in your head right now?” I don’t answer. My head, huh? He really wants to...
(Trigger Warning: This short story revolves around death of someone of a young age. While this may be fine for some, if you are sensitive about this topic or would prefer something lighter, tread with caution, or maybe pick something else to read. Reader beware.) “Inny, it’s okay. You can let go.” No. I want to scream but, god, I’m tired. So tired. And my head hurts. A lot. I want to hold her hand but my arm won’t move. There are nozzles up my nose and bands around my wrists and when I breathe I hear it come back, like Darth Vader. My voic...
Trigger Warning: Mild Swearing My Dad can barely say ‘let’s eat’ or ‘bon appetite’ without making at least one of my baby cousins cry. I’m not joking. Thanksgiving, for other, more normal families, is a time for celebrating and spending time with the people we love. Thanksgiving, for our family, is a time where everything snowballs into a great, big, conflicting mess. The meals are riddled with arguments, insults, and passive-aggressive ‘jokes’. Sometimes, I wonder what it would be like to have a normal family. I see it all the time in Mom...
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