Marissa Jeffries
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Dear Lost Friend,
Dear Lost Friend, The one who is so consumed in addiction that it's eating your soul. I am sorry and sad at the same time. You have literally said your final goodbye's as you slip further into the land that has pulled you into the deep abyss.
By Marissa Jeffries4 years ago in Confessions
Why I would rather skip Halloween and move onto Christmas
You're thinking "Oh she's crazy! Why doesn't she like Halloween?" Well, you see here, I do not find any joy in Halloween anymore. The magic of that has worn off. I am not a kid anymore and no, spending hundreds of dollars on a costume I am only wearing once, I cannot fathom that.
By Marissa Jeffries4 years ago in Confessions
The Skinny Girl Diary
Dear World, All my life I have been a whopping 110 pounds. I have been bullied and been teased about it, being skinny doesn't have its perks. None at all. I find myself loathing my self image. I don't like it. I don't like that I can eat like 3 hungry wildebeests and still be the same size.
By Marissa Jeffries4 years ago in Confessions
Can We Bring Back Pen Pals Please?
It has dawned on me just now, that there isn't much left in the world of our old ways. I remember when I was in school we had "pen pals" where we would write letters to other children from other schools. They were in another country.
By Marissa Jeffries4 years ago in Journal
A Sweet Dream, A Living Nightmare
It was the year 2021. A hot summer day, Carla and her husband Shawn were helping revitalize a new town that was abandoned in Nanton Alberta. Carla and Shawn were a big part of the community 20 years ago helping those overcome addictions as well as rebuilding houses in the more run-down areas of the town. The reason for the abandonment of the town that there was no employment and resources had run dry. It was an odd year before, a global pandemic swept the nation, killing thousands of people in its wake. It was a destructive year that’s for sure. There was a small civil war between two groups of people. The anti-maskers and the “sheep”. As they would call them. Carla always looked back on those days and was shocked to see that her and her family had survived the riots and the outrages. The government had made this war possible between the two groups of people. While there were families separated because there was an up roar about the vaccine that was released, locked away in these camps that locked people up just for them to die there. No medical staff was on the premises of these camps. Just military men who were dressed in full PPE, holding guns. It was like something that Hollywood would portray as the world ending. Carla is still in disbelief that it had all happened the way that it did. She was just happy that she and her family made it out alive. Her whole premise of restoring this town was a safe haven for people who needed to seek asylum from the government.
By Marissa Jeffries4 years ago in Fiction
