Category: Stories/Reflections
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6:15am
It’s terrifying when Aunt Flo walks in the room; her hair is far too curly and her eyelids are far too blue. Steven could see her making her rounds, red lipstick and loud smooches. He observed the hubbub of the living room from his safe haven in the kitchen. Gary bounced his new and wailing…
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Too
She’d always hated when days held nothing remarkable. Nothing of note, nothing to celebrate or grieve. There was often, simply, nothing for Goldilocks. She felt empty, unquenchably thirsty for something that she couldn’t place. Her mother had gotten sick of her attitude. Her father was quiet but loving. Her grandparents were long gone and her…
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Licking, Clicking
It mocked me: a pill, half the size of my pinky fingernail. Neon blue, at that. Her voice still rattled up my spine. “I feel very optimistic about this Thomas. I think you will notice a real difference in your sleeping. Make sure to fill out that journal for me.” Dr. Nelson held the door…
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Peanut Butter Tuesdays
Chloe plopped down at the sticky cafeteria table, a chorus of lunchboxes unzipping around her. She and her small group of girl friends had been close since first grade. They’ve graduated from Lunchables to turkey sandwiches together, always reuniting at lunch period each day. Lunch time for girls, especially in middle school, is 25 exciting…
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Standing Still
I have always stood still. On escalators at malls or on those human conveyor belts at airports, I have remained stubbornly planted as people rush past my left shoulder. They always seem to be in a hurry until they get off and I realize they’re going the same place I am. What’s interesting about it…
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Café Dwelling
There’s something so inviting about a full café. Cups clinking, mouths moving; I’m obsessed with the scene. It’s a calm yet hectic sprawl. Since the beginning of high school, I’ve found myself drawn to the strange serenity of cafés. Living in the smallest state has proved helpful to this, as I know many coffee shops…
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