marriage
Marriage is not so much a word as it is a sentence–a life sentence.
How My Ex-Wife Taught Me to Walk Through Open Doors. Second Place in Women Who Inspire Challenge.
It all started with ayahuasca about ten years ago. The choice to take this psychedelic plant medicine in the jungles of Peru eventually lead me to my ex-wife, Jenevieve. Almost a decade later and we’re faced with a divorce in the midst of a pandemic.
By Everett Fitch5 years ago in Humans
Love Is Blind..And Sometimes Super Freaking Toxic
At the ripe age of 14 I entered the hallways of my high school—shy, timid and naïve beyond belief. Though some called me overprotected, I just called it “sheltered.” Not in a sense that I was locked away in a tower awaiting Prince Charming’s true love kiss—but nonetheless, I knew NOTHING about the world around me and just how manipulative, scary and outrageously fun it could be. This was mostly because I was a massive rule-follower. I believed (and still tend to) that rules were made to be followed. That there is a specific design setup to protect people just like me from getting hurt.
By Katiah Scisum5 years ago in Humans
Belly
Belly and Elise walked aimlessly around Greenville Public Library. Belly thought his wife might enjoy the outing on a slow Saturday morning, but she was less inclined to the aisles of books he found interesting. Elise found herself drifting towards the windows, dragging her fingers across the dust covered tables that seemingly hadn’t been touched in years. At the end of the row, nestled into a cold corner, a little black notebook sat on a table. Looking around for the owner, Elise could only see her husband in the stacks. Picking up the book, she felt its weight in her hands, running her fingers over the smooth black face.
By Rheagan Kearney5 years ago in Humans
To Doris
Dear Doris, It has been fifty-seven years since I tried to reach you. I know that we didn’t part well. But you would be surprised by how many things have made me think of you over the years; seagulls at the docks, Sunday matinees, red nail polish, poems I’m not sure I understand.
By Alexandra Kelter5 years ago in Humans
I Know You’re In There
The fresh ink from the ballpoint pen traced over the faded lines that he had drawn on his ring finger many times over. Sometimes it was a design, sometimes just scribbled lines to darken the circumference of his finger where it meets his hand. Today he was in a hurry, so it lended itself towards the latter. His task complete, he tossed the pen into a metal cup on his desk, grabbed his beaded lanyard with his key on it, and walked out of his cell. He locked the door behind him.
By Chris Battle5 years ago in Humans
Miserable Elephant
"Are you married?", Ernest Hemingway asked the bartender as he poured him another double bourbon. The famous middle-aged novelist had been sitting there alone opposite this fresh-faced twenty-something for about ten minutes, and the two men, both at very different stages in their lives, were sharing the quiet ambience and soft amber lighting of the lobby bar inside the Sherry-Netherland hotel.
By Kire Tosevski5 years ago in Humans
A stroll down memory lane
Our journey began when my best friend and I started on the lane in which we chose to spend the rest of our lives travelling. We did not have a lot of money when we first started our journey. I remember this as if it happened yesterday.
By Lorne Vanderwoude5 years ago in Humans
The Book Of Life
Pulses, up and down the book breathed life into its creased pages. The leather bound words joined tightly together, woven into existence. It began to move. Slowly, eventually, towards him. A man with all of life’s experiences shown by his worn bones, covered by a kind exterior. Smiling from cheek to cheek he watched in awe as this little black book moved. It stopped. It opened. Creaky noises emulating from this little black book, filling a blank room. But as blank as this room was, the man’s experience led the way for this book. Upon a glance the pages filled with his life. Sentences, punctuation, and spelling all summed up in his existence. The little back book was sewn in a connection with this man. The two were indistinguishable.
By Garrett Arnett5 years ago in Humans
