Jordan Parke
Bio
I was 27 when I was in a horrific car accident. I loved the boy who died beside me and every since then, I've used writing to give my emotions an outlet.Without the release of writing, I don't think I would have survived the last few years.
Stories (2)
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Stigma in the Cannabis Industry
I am a goody two shoes. I don't just mean a generally good kid, I mean I break out into actual welts when I feel like I'm disappointing someone. My breathing gets choppy, I sweat, and I want more than anything to make that person happy with me again. Then I was crushed like a ball of paper inside a metal tomb going 55 miles an hour and I learned some new lessons.
By Jordan Parke5 years ago in Potent
Scratchy Scarf
The faint beeping in my ear and hushed voices around me confused me. Where was I? Where was the sound of my fiance snoring beside me. The comforting weight of my cat on my legs. Wait, why couldn't I feel my legs at all. I opened my eyes to a searing bright light and gave my eyes time to see what was around me. My heartbeat sped up and a buzzer went off. I was surrounded by people all covered in hospital blankets and unconcious. Some looked normal. Some didnt even seem human. I felt the blanket across my arms and saw I wasnt an onlooker. I was one of them. The ICU UNDECIDEDS. The shadow people. The people all having the worst day they'd ever had. So muchfor being special. We always think we're better, and then life stomps us into the dirt and we realize we're no better than the rest of humanity.
By Jordan Parke5 years ago in Humans
