Jolene Cave
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Finding Myself
Authenticity is one of those elusive things for so many people and I was no exception. It took me a long time, like three decades long, to learn what authenticity is, and why it should be important to me. I hear it's harder, though, when you go through what I went through as a child. My childhood wasn't great and I suffered through a lot. I went through things that no child should ever go through, and then I told no one until I was nearly 30. I let the darkness consume me and in doing so I lost my hopes and dreams for my life. I lost myself.
By Jolene Cave4 years ago in Motivation
Hidden in Darkness
It was cold and damp, she shivered crouching alone in the darkness. She wished she would’ve worn more layers. Or at the very least a rain jacket. She needed to buy another black rain jacket. The last one didn’t survive the move to this town. Her every day bright emerald green jacket would never work for this purpose. It was too bright. Too noticeable. How could he put her through this? Why did he play these games with her? She shivered again hoping the branches of the bush she was hiding in wouldn’t give away her location. Not that he was watching for her. He was too busy with the way too thin brunette in his place right now. Did he think she wouldn’t find out? She loved him so much it hurt, but this was the last straw. The final blow. She needed to be done with him. It was time they both moved on, so she waited. She watched them through the window. He was making her dinner, spaghetti. The too thin brunette didn’t look like the type that appreciated food, she couldn’t possibly appreciate him not the way I can, she thought. He had never made her dinner. She felt the all too familiar rage bubbling like lava in a volcano. How could he do this to her? She wanted a forever with him. A happy ever after. But here he was making dinner for some scantily clad, no class homewrecker. She wouldn’t let them get away with this. She would make them both pay. He paused at the window, and she held her breath. Did he see her?
By Jolene Cave4 years ago in Horror
Finding Peace
The noise was unfathomable. She tried to go back to sleep. She tried to block out the noise, but she couldn’t. How could she with that insufferable racket outside this flimsy “cabin”? She groaned with discontent. She couldn’t believe her dad had drug her to this remote jungle. She left all her friends, gave up all aspects of normal life and now she was being forced to give up her sleep. She couldn’t stand it. She hated this jungle and couldn’t understand why anyone would want to save this horrible place. The bugs were enormous and terrifying. The heat and humidity were next level oppressive. How could he do this to her? How could he drag her down here away form all the memories of her mom? Couldn’t he see how much she was hurting? She needed to be distracted by her friends and malls. She needed to come to terms with the loss of her mom. She didn’t need to be in the middle of nowhere in a bug-ridden hell hole. She knew the sun would rise soon and after begging and pleading with the almighty sleep Gods she drifted back into an anything but restful slumber.
By Jolene Cave4 years ago in Humans
Gone in an Instant
The salty breeze caressed her face as she opened the car door and breathed in deeply. She slid out from behind the wheel and stretched both arms toward the sky. It felt good after the hours of cramped travel. She glanced at her best friend, or at least the woman her best friend had become and smiled. She was glad Deanna forced her to come along on this trip. Even if she hated arts and crafts as much as Deanna loved them. Deanna lived for her domesticated Friday nights sitting among her fellow crafters creating home décor, she struggled to understand where the appeal was, but their lives had gone in very different directions. Even still she was glad to be attending the ever glorious Sun Fest with Deanna. She studied the run down hotel in front of her and wondered how this place had gotten the two stars it had on Google. Maybe it had been a nice place to stay at one point but now the years of hard use were etched on the rugged façade.
By Jolene Cave4 years ago in Horror
