C. L. Henderson
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Aspiring writer creating new stories every week.
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The Banned Book Teacher
I don’t remember your name, but I remember every lesson that you taught me. When I was young, I LOVED to write, and I took a notebook and pencil around pretty much everywhere with me. My life at home wasn’t always sweet as apple pie, and by the time I got around to high school I probably had a few more issues than I cared to admit. Adults didn’t like me because I had an “attitude” and other people my age had no interest in me because I was kind of a loner. Throughout my childhood I had moved around a lot, and I never had a group of friends that I grew up with. Suddenly, I found myself in the middle of a community where many of my peers had known each other since kindergarten. To say that I felt like an outsider would be putting it mildly.
By C. L. Henderson4 years ago in Education
How My Dog Saved My Life
Freshly twenty-two and moving into a new apartment, I was coming to terms with a lot of traumas. Though I’d always had some nagging thoughts about my father, I went to therapy as an adult for the first time and came to realize that he was a narcissist, and I was coming to terms with the fact that I had witnessed so much abuse and toxicity as a child. On top of that I was dealing with the aftermath of an awkward breakup with my boyfriend of the last four years, my mother had been diagnosed with Stage three breast cancer the year before, divorced my dad, and I was dealing with delayed healing from a sexual assault that occurred when I was eighteen. To say that I was a mess would have been the understatement of the century.
By C. L. Henderson4 years ago in Petlife
LOwly Nights
First, I felt the floor beneath my body. Hard and cold, pressed against my entire aching body. My skull was buzzing and there was a thick, wet substance down the side of my face. For a moment, I crushed my eyes shut. Opening my eyes meant being forced to take inventory of the damages and look myself in the mirror. Ears still ringing, I finally opened my eyes and looked around, listening to be sure that I was alone. I was lying on the kitchen floor and the pot he had used to smash in the side of my face was about three feet away, tossed carelessly on the floor, still covered in my blood. The house was the type of cold that chilled me to bone and dead silent, not one sound. Still, I didn’t move. I was convinced the second I moved I would hear footsteps or snoring, and the nightmare would begin all over again. After what felt like an eternity, I somehow found the will to move.
By C. L. Henderson4 years ago in Fiction
I Don't Believe in Spring Cleaning and Here's Why
It’s that time of year again; when the weather warms up and we are finally willing to take on the huge task of purging our environment and re-establishing order in our domain. Spring cleaning can seem daunting, and it should! In all honesty, I’m not sure who decided that this was a thing but I’ve always found the notion of Spring Cleaning quite silly. After all, why should we only focus on our environments once a year? Instead of giving you advice on how to spend an entire week going through your house and organizing it (only for reality to set in and ruin it all within a week), I’m going to provide some long-term, habitual practices you can implement to maintain an orderly environment ALL. YEAR. LONG.
By C. L. Henderson5 years ago in Lifehack
Best Friends Forever
Have you ever heard that saying, men are from Mars and women are from Venus? Of course, you have, we all have; it’s one of those household statements. As a woman, I literally can’t wrap my brain around what men think about in a day, but I also found that up until I became an adult, I also had a very hard time relating to other women. Throughout my years in school, I had a hard time maintaining friendships with girls, in fact, it wasn’t until my freshman year of high school that I actually managed to make and maintain a girl-friend for the entirety of a year or more. Why does any of that matter?
By C. L. Henderson5 years ago in Viva
Buying Extra Time
Caw. Caw. Caw. Oh, Gerald, I thought to myself. Gerald was a crow who had decided to take up residence outside my bedroom window for the last ten years of my life. He also just so happened to be an early riser. I glanced over at my alarm clock, only to see that it was only three-thirty in the morning. Groaning, I sat up and walked over to the window putting most of my body weight under it to get the old thing moving. As the window slid up the track it made a terrible whining noise and I cringed, listening for movement elsewhere in the house. Once I knew I hadn’t disturbed anyone’s slumber, I returned my attention to Gerald.
By C. L. Henderson5 years ago in Families
New Year, New...?
When I was younger, I never really understood the point of New Year's resolutions. I mean sure, I understood the general concept but in practice, it seemed that time and time again it was always the same: adults making big plans and not following through on a single one of them. On the back end of these resolutions, I also saw a lot of bitterness, regret, and shame.
By C. L. Henderson5 years ago in Motivation
