Tyra Mitchell
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Twenty-three year old amateur writer from a small town in Massachusetts.
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Mama
I awoke to the feeling of polyester under me and utter darkness. The familiar symptoms of a panic attack set in as I realized that not only was I curled up in a small and dark unknown place, but that I was trapped. My heart began to race, my palms started sweating, and I could hear my breath becoming shallow over a familiar roaring noise that I had not yet identified. I began to focus on the noises in an attempt to ground myself, but the panic was slow to relinquish its grasp on me.
By Tyra Mitchell 3 years ago in Fiction
Finally Found
When my mother was seventeen years old, she gave birth to me. I was thrust forth into a life of being left alone with strangers, being shuffled from house to house, being abused. It all reached a head one day when I was beaten so badly that I had to be rushed to the ICU. I had a broken collar bone along with a whole host of minor injuries, I was less than a year old. My mother and I had been living either with my father and his twin sister at the time, or one of my mother’s many boyfriends. The story has changed more times than I can count. Regardless, the court system thankfully found my mother to be an unfit parent and I was put into the custody of my grandparents.
By Tyra Mitchell 4 years ago in Families
Our First Beach Trip
It sounds cliche, but my dog and I saved each other. When I adopted her my anxiety was crippling and I could hardly leave my house. Frosty, my four-year-old English pointer, was only 45 pounds and she was all skin and bones. The first time I saw her my heart shattered. It was a cold November day in New England, and when she got out of the car, I noticed all of her bones were showing and she was shaking because she was so cold. She also had a horrible limp and raw skin on her belly and her elbow. I took her to the emergency vet where they told me that Frosty should be around 70-75 pounds. They said her limp was from a previous injury and the bad skin and the limp would never heal.
By Tyra Mitchell 4 years ago in Petlife
Threads of Generations
The thrumming of my sewing machine will always bring a nostalgic calm over me. Growing up my grandmother, who raised me, used to sit in her sewing room every night conjuring amazing creations from simple fabric and thread. I used to pull up a chair and watch her, fascinated as she performed these magic acts. I would prattle on about my day, boys, school while she worked away, occasionally pausing to show me how to sew in a zipper or how to rethread the machine. She made everything, she made curtains, dresses, Halloween costumes, pillows, anything I could ever imagine.
By Tyra Mitchell 5 years ago in Families
The Exhumed
The desecration of a grave was a crime when my grandfather was young. I recall being a small child sitting in his lap while he told me about “wakes” and “funerals” about how it was common practice then to bury people and to respect the dead. Even though it’s morbid, death has fascinated me since I was a child. My favorite story was the story of his mother’s burial. She was laid in a white, silk lined oak casket. She was adorned with her pearls and her favorite blue chiffon dress with white glass buttons down the front, her arms folded neatly across her chest, surrounded by the orchids she so fondly grew in her flower garden. My grandfather was only 8 when she passed, my great grandmother was only 34. I’ve seen pictures of how beautiful she was, she had the same light brown shoulder length hair and iridescent green-blue eyes that I have. The same athletic build and slightly above average height, We even share the same name, Evelyn Allston. I've always felt a deep connection with my great grandmother, I tend to wonder if she would despise or respect me for my job. Especially as the years rage on and I creep nearer to the age she was when she passed on. Now at twenty eight I cannot fathom only having only six years left of my life, but the harsh reality of the world we live in, that may be pushing it.
By Tyra Mitchell 5 years ago in Futurism
