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Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow

Tomorrow it begins again. I wake up. I rush to get ready, often skipping all but the barest essentials. My drive is forgotten after I reach the next block. Did I run a red light? Was it green? But I … Continue reading

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Useful at the most hectic time

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Omens

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The Space Between

There, in the place in between, I look for you. I compress myself as small as I can, feeling bloated and huge. But I know that is right because I could never be too small when I try to wedge … Continue reading

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Mistlands – Chapter 12

I watched her jaw drop mid-bite and couldn’t help but be thoroughly amused at her unladylike shock. It was so blatant; so charmingly human. How had she ever managed to survive her family this long? The amusement and charm, however, … Continue reading

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Mistlands – Chapter 11

I dropped into a seat and shoved a huge mouthful between my lips to buy myself some time to think. Tara was going to demand full answers and half-measures weren’t going to get me anywhere. Even if I’d already known … Continue reading

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Mistlands – Chapter 10

Waking was a slow and foggy process. There was a crack on the ceiling in the shape of a lopsided rabbit. With vaguely blurred vision, I watched the way the rabbit shifted with each blink until my eyes finally managed … Continue reading

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Mistlands – Chapter 9

I was dragged through the brush at an excruciating speed; fast enough that there was no chance to try to release myself from what felt like metal cables wound around my ankle and cutting into the skin to the bone. … Continue reading

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Silence

There should be a hundred different words to describe silence because it falls into a thousand variations, each with their own mood and meaning. How inadequate is our language to provide us with only the one? And the offerings presented … Continue reading

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Mistlands – Chapter 8

With one foot, I stepped straight into a noisy, clashing maelstrom of clanging swords, squealing horses, shrieking men and flying arrows. Shit. Suddenly, I understood how that piece of dropped bacon felt about the fire and frying pan. Leaping from … Continue reading

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Life Overwhelming

How long can one person remain sane with the constant tug and pull of needs and demands in all directions? How do you decide who and when to push back? It is never easy to scream, “Enough is enough!” I … Continue reading

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When Loneliness Falls

Loneliness falls like silence; sudden, soft and steady, like a thick winter blanket to muffle sound, impede movement and leave you breathlessly dehydrated. It leaves no room for escape and shrouds you even when you bundle it up and travel … Continue reading

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Isolation

i·so·la·tion ˌīsəˈlāSHən/Submit noun the process or fact of isolating or being isolated. Any dancer can tell you that isolations are exercises to focus on a particular part of the body and move it independently. This seems a more accurate sense … Continue reading

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The letter I never gave you when we had decided to “take a break” for an entire month

At the moment I feel my thoughts are much more lucid than they have been for quite a while and perhaps more so than they’ll be tomorrow. Therefore, it seems most reasonable to set them down as they are now … Continue reading

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Mistlands – Chapter 7

I passed through the castle as innocuously as I could. It takes a lot of people to keep a castle of this size running smoothly and no matter where you go, you’re bound to run into someone. But I kept … Continue reading

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Mistlands – Chapter 6

I bypassed a few servants on my way through the kitchen, barely acknowledging them as they nodded and respectfully backed out of my way. I turned through the cozy passage that led to the stairway on the opposite side of … Continue reading

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Untitled reflections

When I was twelve, I remember looking into your eyes as you yelled. I tried not to cry so you couldn’t take satisfaction from it. And something changed. As I looked into the glass of your green-tinted windows, I saw … Continue reading

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Mistlands – Chapter 5

I opened my eyes and gasped inadvertently from the wonder of it. I realized then that the oxygen content must be slightly lower in the air than what I was used to, but it was survivable and this somewhere was … Continue reading

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Mistlands – Chapter 4

It was difficult to judge the passage of time. My hunger gnawed at my insides and I felt some kind of slimy dirt spread on my leg as I shifted on the straw. I prayed and hoped it wasn’t fecal … Continue reading

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Mistlands – Chapter 3

I wasn’t sure where I had managed to pass myself to, but I knew it wasn’t the Mistlands. Not yet. My father’s lessons echoed through my memory as I struggled to continue on. The Mistlands are named for exactly what … Continue reading

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