Tag Archives: Doubts

What They Won’t Say

What They Won’t Say “Write if you please. Sincerely, Jonathan.” She stared at the crumpled piece of paper that had arrived in the water-logged envelope. His messy writing stared back at her. The stationary and envelope must have both soaked … Continue reading

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Afflictions of a Romantic Heart II

Afflictions of a Romantic Heart II She snuck into the other room, taking her thoughts and questions with her.  He slept on the couch, unaware of her absence. She didn’t understand it.  She couldn’t fathom why she stayed when she … Continue reading

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Afflictions of a Romantic Heart

Afflictions of a Romantic Heart Maybe it was silly, but she was a romantic.  At heart, all she wanted was to be someone’s one and only, to have someone’s sun rise and set with her.  She wanted love and passion … Continue reading

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The First Snow

The First Snow “I don’t think I ever bin this cold in my whole life,” the man mumbled through chattering teeth. He sat huddled in the dirt while around them snow fell. He pulled tighter his coat and tried to … Continue reading

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Catch

Bzzz. Her phone vibrated on the table. She put it on the couch. Bzzz. She turned on the television. Bzzz. She turned it up. Bzzz. She opened her iTunes.  Then, a memory: Why do you want to listen to the … Continue reading

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Make That 7:09

If I was 17, I could find it in between the cushions of somebody’s couch. I could find it, I could find it. If I was 17, I could find it in a dream, a dime a dozen kind of … Continue reading

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Cut, and Cut Again

Cut, and Cut Again The basement was cold. Loud.  Lit by the fluorescent lights that highlighted her pink cheeks and drunk eyes.  She hadn’t wanted to come, hadn’t planned to stay.  She had told him she’d be back in an … Continue reading

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Before the Beginning

She stared at the half-empty room, the dustballs in the corners, the garbage bag at her feet.  Her clothes had overflowed the suitcases, so she had resorted to black plastic.  She felt there should be some significance to that, to … Continue reading

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