Stories tagged “old age”
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Am I Still Your Charm or Am I Just Bad Luck?
You’re five. You stand at the edge of the creek, bare feet inches away from the water, body tense with anticipation and excitement as you wait for the signal. A shout comes from somewhere close behind you (“Come on Stephanie, go in, the water’s f...
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Are We Getting Closer or Are We Just Getting More Lost?
Everbody hates me, nobody loves me, might as well go eat worms. The words of the childish rhyme echo through your mind and you choke, words bubbling up only to be swallowed back down again, and then again until you can almost feel them burning a hole i...
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Let's Compare Scars, I'll Show You Who's is Worse
You stand shakily, lifting the book from the floor with trembling hands, struggling to remain calm. You fight the urge to turn and look; a quick glance over your shoulder shows that she’s already gone, body remaining in the world of the living while ...
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Let's Unwrite These Pages and Replace Them With Our Own Words
She’s not dead, but she’s as good as gone, and you only wish you had more to remember her by. But you don’t, and you’re frightened that one day, you’ll forget her completely; face fading into a blur as the darkness at the edges of your mind a...
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Witnessing the Event
“Well, that sucks,” our commander remarked, as we watched the asteroid fade away. And he was right, it really did suck, watching that asteroid slowly (at least in our frame of reference) destroy years of work, after decades of travel, resea...
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Maude
It was only 3 weeks ago there’d been the water fight – shrieking and laughing, throwing glasses of water over us all, hiding behind the counter and cackling to herself. She’d always been that way – dancing around the others, pla...
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Winter Wonderings
Breaths against a windowpane My fingers all but still Cloth clad in worn out fad To ward off winter’s chill Clinging to aged photos Keeping both my cheeks dry Silence shrouds and even clouds Beats of heart and war cry Withered cheeks are all I feel M...
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Highschool Reunion - From An Angry Old Biddy's POV
I’ve always hated reunions. Always will. I picked out a plum-coloured evening gown, trying to live up to my eccentric and over the top reputation. Later in the day I had been to Christo’s salon, where my naturally grey hair became raven woo...
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Highschool Reunion - From A Happy Old Biddy's POV
I love highschool reunions. Always have, always will. I spent weeks having a tux tailored, and I was even on the point of getting a wig to cover my bald patch. Of course, I bought a limo, for this occasion. I sighed with content, for the hall was bette...
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It's Alice
Who are you again? My wife? (laughs) That can’t be. I don’t recall ever getting married. Though if I did, I can see why I might have chosen you. Oh, it’s such a beautiful day outside. Seems so new and fresh. Maybe we should go for a...