Stories tagged “sickness”
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The Death Of A Love One
“Life is to short.” – “No honey life is just the journey we endure before death comes and takes us home.” – “What if I just want to stay where I am.” – “I wish that as well dear, but sometimes...
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In sickness and in health.
It didn’t seem monotonous to him, especially now he had his Murray M17-42 variator drive garden ride on tractor, aka the mother of all mowers. He could go up and down that lawn all day, and if it meant another hour’s peace then that could o...
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Life Resumed
After 35 long years, it had finally happened, her husband had died. She sits at the table like every other morning. The newspaper was read, the coupons clipped. The coffee was gone, another pot was brewing. Thirty-five years of being tethered to a whee...
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The Relative Blackness pt.1
The filter on the big rubber suit doesn’t keep out the stench. Dim light, dark green and brown on the walls. The mask blocks my peripheral, and I turn clumsily to look over at Evan who is standing under one of the few functioning lights in the hall, ...
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The Relative Blackness pt.2
Evan is still looking at his pencil, lodged tip first into a dried spot of grime, when I pull on his arm and tug him with me down the old tiled floor. He comes uneasily, staring back until we’ve gone twenty or thirty feet. If I let go, he’l...
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The Relative Blackness pt.3
The flashlight on my shoulder is starting to go. I hold my deafening breath, but the slamming in my chest takes its place. I’m pressed up against the wall, listening to the muted sounds outside my suit. There’s nothing, I think. Probably no...
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Forever in a Day
Even as I paid the Ferris wheel operator for the $1 ride, and tugged my petrified 6-year-old son to a seat, I knew my frail body was running out of time. “Will it end soon, Mommy?” The ride lurched and fear flitted across his face, a fear s...
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The Tunnels Pt.2
Amy stood up from the ground and swept away the dirt from her knees; she looked around her surroundings thinking about what would happen to them if no one were to come and save them. “I don’t know; I hope someone does come.” Amy repli...
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Days Before The End (Re Write)
Annie was woken abruptly to the sounds of engines soaring past the camp. Annie would look out into the night and watch as the German planes fly past her. During those wakeful nights Annie would gaze far into the skies and imagine the British Army cutti...
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Decades
It’s been ten years since I’ve seen the one I love. Ten years since I’ve looked into her eyes. No longer. I’m finally going to see her again. Ten years ago I met a girl named Margaret, she hated her name. She insisted on being c...
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The First Sign
Sally’s eyes are red rimmed. She stalls during the conversation. Something comes over her. Her date asks if she’s alright, why she looks so sad. She responds and says that, “I’ve been crying all day.” But that’s not ...
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In Between Minds: Broken Clouds
My stomach twisted with sudden pain and I stumbled feeling sick. Almost at once the lady was beside me, lending me her arm. “Take it easy. We’re in no rush.” I shrugged off her help. With an angry huff, I chucked the remnants of the a...
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Hospice.
Every convulsion shakes my core and now the only thing I can hear is your voice telling me we’re bound to a hospice. You wanted to show me that my self-pity and misery was an illusion, you wanted to show me real sickness but all I can see now is your...
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Childlike
Mother says he has been doing better, but better than what? Better than yesterday, when he refused food again, for the fifth day straight? Better than the day before that, when he struggled to get out of the bed, tried to go to the bathroom like a man ...
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Thanks for the Memories
One day, my roommate didn’t return from his checkup. Stuck together for almost a year, and then suddenly all alone. Despite my current circumstances, nothing made me more aware of my own mortality than the day my roommate didn’t return. As ...
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Second to Sickness
I’ve always been, you know, sickly. Ever since I was a kid. Say, “quit your bellyachin’!” but I will not! I’ve a very sensitive stomach, see. Most everything I put in my body makes me ill. The world poisons me. Enter the medication . . . thic...
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pink pills and daffodils
taken down for complication of portfolio, 2012
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DEAR GOD
[week 10] Dear GOD, I sit here on the shitter, wondering when this will end. Wondering if I should Puke or shit? When did becoming pregnant become a curse? How can I work with every moment hugging the toilet, and pissing myself because I can’t ho...