Serial Thursdays: Drowning

Have you ever been drinking from a bottle of water, looked at the water as it flowed into your mouth, and as you did so, feel like you were drowning and begin to choke? I have. I was about 8 years old that summer. My family had rented a house on the lake, and unlike all the other hyperactive children there, I preferred to stay indoors and read, instead of joining them in all their games. One bright August morning, I stepped outside and was greeted by the next door neighbor’s son. “Hey, why do you always stay inside? You’re [...]

Serial Thursdays: Unappreciated

Unappreciated.He left me.Standing in the cold, driving rain.I stood, shivering.Numb to the pain of my heart.I waited. Patiently, I waited.Only…the sun never came.Warmth was never had.He never arrived to takeme from the sad state I lived. But I continued to wait.Hope was my best friend.Faith was my mother,and Love my father. I will never lose Hope.I will always have Faith and Loveby my side to guide me. As for he who left me out there,forgotten and unwanted, he is now the one forgotten.Unwanted. Unappreciated. originally written & posted May 21, 2003 What are Serial Thursdays?

Serial Thursdays: The Queen

The queen sat on her thronewatching her kingdom recedeDismissed, they quickly left herAll alone, all alone and by herselfThe love they had declaredFalse words whispered sweetlyPrisoners they had felt,trapped by her crown And now they fledUntil she satAll alone, all aloneNo one by her side originally written & posted February 1, 2006 What are Serial Thursdays?

Serial Thursdays: All Eyes On Me

The music swelled.  Alexandra nervously adjusted her dress and peeked into the hall.  “Why did I think I could do this?” she thought to herself; “I have such bad stage fright.  I can’t do this.  Oh my gosh, I’m going to pass out.”  She peeked out again and caught sight of her fiance- no, husband now- sitting at the head table, beaming with a combination of pride, love and joy.  She took a deep breath and glanced to her right.  In her heart, Alexandra felt a swelling of love and peace.  Her father was with her; everything would be alright.  [...]

Serial Thursdays: Temporary Storage

“That’s the last of it,” I announced to the now-empty room.  I was putting all of her stuff into temporary storage, though the room and I both knew it would stay there until the day I died- perhaps even longer.  Temporary can be a very long time.  I ran my finger along the windowsill, absurdly pleased to see that there was no dust.  Yet.  It would surely need dusting in the weeks to come, when I would rip down the border wallpaper, rip out all of the shelving, and repaint the walls from a beautiful soft baby pink to a [...]

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