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Starting Over Part 2. Content Warning.
Be advised, this piece includes some graphic descriptions of abuse. Ella has lived in this small town for 5 years now. In those 5 years she made 2 friends. Charlie was the one neighbor to greet her and bring her a pie on the day she moved in. Ella nearly cried at the gesture, she thought it was so sweet and neighborly. Charlie was the one and only friend she had until their partner beat them to death. At Charlie's funeral, Ella met David. David and Charlie were childhood friends; he had just moved back into town the day before Charlie died. He hadn't even gotten to see Charlie before their death. He was devastated and often sought out Ella for a shoulder to cry on. They quickly became best friends in the months following Charlie's death. Ella could see herself settling down with David; it would be so easy. But ever since Ella was in middle school, she knew she was a lesbian. David figured, but still tried to give it a shot and kiss her one night anyway after too many vodka cranberries.
By Samantha J.11 months ago in Fiction
Childish Semantics
Jenny, an inquisitive eight-year-old, took pride in discovering new words. From the day she learned to read, she exhausted her parents with endless questions about their meaning. This prompted a gift. An urgent gift in the form of a pocket-sized dictionary.
By Lamar Wiggins11 months ago in Fiction
FEBRUARY - 1963
February -, 1963 My dearest Meg, I know you’re wondering why I didn’t date this letter. There’s a good reason for that I’m hoping you’ll be reading this by Valentine’s Day but knowing how slow the mail moves around here, there’s no way to be sure. I wish I was there to take you to a fancy restaurant, buy you a box of chocolates, and a very large bouquet of red roses. My, wonderful, darling, Meg, I miss you so much.
By Margaret Brennan11 months ago in Fiction
The race against time
A nostalgic wave hits me as I glance down at the book clutched tightly in my grasp… ‘A Wrinkle in Time’. A kaleidoscope of colour swirls dizzily around me… or am I spinning inside a massive paint pot of rainbow hues? Magenta mixes with turquoise and liquid gold. Each strand of coloured ‘thread’ unspooling… playfully looping around its neighbour, winding around me. The vertiginous sight is startling and exhilarating. Tingling ‘pins and needles’ prick my extremities… fingers and toes twitch. Tinkling notes of a glockenspiel gently dance around me… a joyous anthem, unknown but somehow familiar.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶12 months ago in Fiction
Rise of "Le Matriarche" (Part 2)
Wrestling fans all over Canada, and even all over the world, were still talking about what took place in Hamilton, Ontario. What started out as a planned confrontation ended with a brutal and shocking betrayal. Janine Brock, the World Champion of the Women's Wrestling Brigade, had been taunted and teased by the mysterious Le Matriarche, a notorious Quebecoise wrestling villainess looking to rule WWB. During all of this, Janine confided in her friend and mentor, Collette Shannon, a wrestling legend and a fellow Ontarian, regarding her ordeal.
By Clyde E. Dawkins12 months ago in Fiction
Christopher
Christopher turned off the computer at his desk and began to get ready to leave work. He’d been employed by the insurance company for 12 years and the routine had become something he did nearly unconsciously. As he went through the revolving front door, the wind seemed to pick up just to inconvenience him. It had snowed and there were few footprints on the walk. Makes sense, he thought. Very few people would be leaving the office this early.
By Marie McGrath12 months ago in Fiction
