Stories tagged “healing”
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Healing
Over the next week I looked through old photos of Jared, called my Mom, ate wonderful meals, and had horrible nightmares. But I changed. I went to Jared’s grave with his mom, Marilyn. I left him yellow flowers. The color of friendship. I tied a n...
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Meadowsweet
She grinned, reminded of a lyric, and suddenly burst into song. John loved that about her; that uninhibited beauty, that fearless, vivacious joy. She closed her eyes and swayed into the words a little, her simple summer frock a lush red berry against t...
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Cheated
I felt broken. I stepped back from the room where I saw the love of my life and another woman kissing. I felt as if someone had stabbed me in the back with a knife. I thought he loved me. I thought he would always tell me the truth. I thought this woul...
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the road to healing
“We did.” The male detective walked over to Hannah. “One of the people who found you noticed the broken window and that you dragged glass shards from the alley. The man who did this to you got the shock of his life when we knocked on ...
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Unfixable
Jean and Logan raced down the corridor of the outpost dormitory wing. Logan’s feet kept a rhythmic pattern. Jean was pounding the metal grating with all her might to pick up speed. “What is the emergency?” Logan asked in that flat ton...
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Time is Just a Bandaid
A good friend of mine always says, who ever said time heals all wounds lied. I believe that to be true. All time does is put a bandaid on it, leting it heal just a little. The bandaid doesnt cover the wound completly, so any healing is slow. When the b...
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A True Friend's Embrace-- Glow and Grow Them as the Sun Has Done
It’s fun To wonder Under the sun Until the day is done It feels right to welcome What becomes the night Turning on not a light bulb Only letting palpable Fretting dissolve Naturally like the earth revolves Actually alive enough to evolve And all ...
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The Deal
Another layer Peels Smother how it Feels Discover how the Fields Yields A lover’s verse The fighter kneels, Heels, Heals It gets worse, Then rather better Warm and wetter, Real You have to let her know though That’s the Deal
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Men Don't Know the Sex of Cats
A limp greyish mound, lay draped over a ditch’s frozen lip. Painful golden eyes tracked me as I rode by. My pony, Buttons, lowered her muzzle and blew a steaming kiss over the Blue cat. It twitched. I gently placed it in my paper-route sack and l...