Edited Memories of the Present

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I took a road trip back to where I began. I passed the time reminiscing on the present, softening the jagged edges of the past with hazy nostalgia. I became a stranger in my memories where everything seemed to be the same while I returned so different. I easily let go of all of the pain and remembered the good times full of excited screams and tinkling laughter of children. The fondness of the days before monopolized my mind as I drove and I felt, just for a second, I could re-create my childhood with those fleeting moments of happiness. I wanted to stretch them until they were an unending road with a divider in the middle for my siblings to drive alongside me. But, we carried our scars with us on that road and over packed our baggage in the trunks of our cars until they could take no more. It slowed us down just enough to see the trash littering our highway of edited memories of times when we all smiled in unison, at each other.Read More »

I is for: Immortal #AtoZChallenge

She turned to the sunlight And shook her yellow head,And whispered to her neighbor- -Winter is dead.”

If I combined all of the moments I’ve spent wondering about when the end of my life would come, their number would exceed the number of days I have lived. Mortality is a funny thing. The living hold on to the knowledge of mortality as the driving force for all actions. We know we are going to die, but as we gravitate towards the end of our days, we spend most of our moments trying to survive. It is the never ending futile game of preserving this existence. I wanted my demise to come as a whisper in my senescent ear as I fall asleep with years of memories surrounding me to cushion my exit. I wanted to control it. I suppose I’m not the only one who doesn’t hope for it to come anytime soon. However, I am in sparse company when considering what I have done to ensure death and I would never meet.Read More »

F is for: The Face #AtoZChallenge

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The building was an exact copy of the other five lining the street on which it stood. It was part of a neighborhood created to provide suitable housing for those in need and at some point during the planning, someone decided that income level should directly correlate to uniformity. It was not a neighborhood of “Good Mornings.” and borrowed lawn tools. Scowls greeted outsiders from porches and stoops instead of welcoming smiles. Unfortunate events occurred more often than positive ones, so when The Face appeared on the unassuming building with five identical brothers, the residents immediately considered it evil.Read More »

E is for: The Elevator #AtoZChallenge

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Eric and his wife exchanged weary glances as they waited for the elevator in the beachy, bright lobby of their Key West resort hotel. They were about twenty minutes away from the kids’ nap time but the two youngsters showed no signs of slowing. They were locked in a rambunctious battle using a pool noodle and an inflatable shark as swords with their soggy flip flops thwacking loudly on the floor. Read More »

D is for: Dallas #AtoZChallenge

eachingis thegreatest actof optimism.

He hadn’t been elected. The time it took to follow the steps of democracy was not a luxury still afforded to them. Dallas was old enough to remember how the nation once painstakingly mulled over these decisions. This was different. Leadership had been shoved into his hands like the hot potato no one wanted to be caught holding when the clock stopped. The center-set faucet of the sink before him was suffocating beneath years of grime and rust but it was still inviting. Dallas wanted nothing more than to turn its handles and splash a refreshing dose of clarity in his face but poisonous liquid flowed through city plumbing systems now. Even the simple pleasures of their life before were like a dream to him.Read More »

C is for: The Cabin #AtoZChallenge

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“Don’t blink, don’t breathe, don’t move,” He told himself over and over standing at the window. For fifty-one nights he stood this post, repeating the same line and staring out into the dark void of the woods surrounding the cabin. “Don’t blink, don’t breathe, don’t move.” Fifty-one nights of pounding heartbeats and moist, nervous hands gripping the slick steel of the shotgun he held close to his chest. He didn’t dare sit, fearing even the slightest bit of comfort would make him vulnerable. He had to be ready to fight for his life, he needed to be alert. “Don’t blink, don’t breathe, don’t move.”Read More »

B is for: The Beggars #AtoZChallenge

“She tured to the sunlight And shook her yellow head,And whispered to her neighbor- -Winter is dead.”.jpgThey cry out at night. The noise makes it difficult to sleep but Father says we must ignore them. I try but, it’s difficult. Especially since my brother made the mistake of saying my name last week when we were out in the yard. Now, all night they call for me. They repeat my name like a mantra to take their minds off of reality. Some of them beg to be released, some of them desperately plead for food and water and some curse but they all use my name. I know I am the reason they will never leave the shed. I felt the guilt far before they started moaning, “Bailey, please help us.”Read More »

Short Story: The Loudest Death

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Kanyla Wilson

It was quiet in the ER. The kind of quiet doctors and nurses knew not mention because their words would surely trigger a twenty car pile-up on the Dan Ryan expressway. Dr. Dana Hunter stared at the near-empty waiting room. Their only patient was a man in his mid-seventies complaining of a ringing in his ears.

“He says it’s been ringing for a couple days and it’s getting louder. He says it so much now I think I can hear it too.” His wife told her shaking her head.

Dana checked his ears and the man said apologetically,

“Well, I guess it’s not so bothersome. I suppose it will pass, I don’t want to complain.”

His wife moved over and patted his hand. Dana told him it was no trouble and smiled at him and his wife. They had what she wanted. Someone to grow old with who can love you even when you drive them crazy. Dana’s dating life consisted of strangely disconnected texts and online dating. She wanted the intimacy wi-fi couldn’t offer. She ordered a blockage removal for both ears and explained a little about changes with hearing as you age.Read More »