Stories tagged “moving on”
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Broken down
It had taken her three months to notice that the visits had stopped, so deeply buried was she in her own mind. They hadn’t even been able to give her the note when it arrived, she’d been so lost. Catatonic, they’d said. She’d se...
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High School Part duh Grow Up
He did have a point. It was none of her business. She shouldn’t care where he went on Friday nights, or what he was thinking Sunday mornings, or who his girlfriend was. She shouldn’t expect him to walk her to class or get her lunch. She didn’t ...
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Choices
“Are you excited, kiddo?” “No Mom, I’m really not.” Michael’s sigh was a strong echo of the emotions evident in his tone. He looked up at his Mother with a sadness in his eyes that tore straight through her heart. Sh...
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Letting Go [poem]
There is a time for everything you say And I have seen this day by day. Before I saw what I wanted come But now I feel that time is done. What I needed, wanted my desire Consumed me like a raging fire; But I realize now that it cannot last Years from...
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Stories Without Endings
It all seems so surreal. That tree, the one across the street, has been chopped down, replaced by a small rose garden. And that house, that crumbling thing on the next block, has been repainted beyond recognition. The laundry still gets hung out to dry...
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One Day Traded
A hardened heart in a frosty knoll Chest of compressed grasses Is a frigid, fragile, undressed soul Hidden as it passes Through you, what you never controlled— Yourself, faded, All warmth one day traded for cold.
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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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Are You A Ghost?
It’s there for what seems like an infinite series of motions and movements and lifetimes and then you blink and the moment is lost. Gone for all eternity. A place you will always call home, torn away like a crying infant left in a basket on a co...