BLUE, COLD LIKE MY HEART
SUFFOCATING TO MY SOUL
LEAVING ME UNDONE
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Shipwrecked
It was summer on the island when they met. Jenna was fresh out of college, eager to start nursing school in the fall. Her last minute decision to ditch the summer internship she had been consumed with landing for her entire college career and instead spend the time working in her uncle’s small town pharmacy had lifted an invisible weight from her shoulders she hadn’t been aware she was even carrying. She felt free to finally be herself for the first time that she could remember. When she left the house that day, she was blissfully unaware that the next person she met, would alter everything she knew about life in ways she could never have imagined.
By Melissa Adam5 years ago in Humans
Harbinger of Despair
Who was he but just a man? To feel the weight of the world on his shoulders, he was no Atlas. Yet his bowed stance and tender neck suggested otherwise. It came to him in a dream: the absent stoking of an everlasting flame. A gnarled finger pointed towards an inevitable end, a sign that couldn't be ignorantly shaded; recurrence made sure of it. He didn't remember how long it had been going on; time didn't matter at this point. He just knew it was long enough to be petrified to fall asleep.
By James U. Rizziabout 23 hours ago in Fiction
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