Shannon Newman
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Author. Poet. Lover of words .
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I see you
Here I sit again, in the same diner, on the same stool, and my usual order in front of me on the countertop; black coffee and a slice of chocolate cake. I come here every day and every day is the same. I arrive early in the morning, just as the sun puts the moon to bed. The smell of freshly brewed coffee greets my nostrils as I sit down on the worn, red stool at the end of the countertop. It squeaks just a little as I settle in. I sit alone, quietly looking out the window beside me as the world passes me by. I watch all the people move with purpose down the sidewalk, and I can't help but wonder where they are all going. I wonder what path life is taking them on and if they are happy or... just surviving. Everyone appears to be moving to the beat of their own drum, in their own little world, and I am but a mere spectator, watching the game of life unfold right in front of me.
By Shannon Newman5 years ago in Fiction
The Observers
As I clasp my gold, heart-shaped locket tightly in my hand, I instantly feel a sense of peace. The cold metal against my palm ignites memories inside my head of my mother. The world before it all changed. I think of Mother often; her laugh, her smile. She was the strongest person I knew. She had given me the locket as a reminder never to be afraid and that she was always with me. One of her favorite sayings was, "What doesn't kill ya will make for one hell of a story!" A smile reveals itself on my tired face as I think about her. However, it fades just as quickly as it appears when I realize that even the strongest woman in my world was no match for what happened.
By Shannon Newman5 years ago in Fiction
