Some people are meant to lead. Some are meant to follow. I am and have always been a follower aka an underdog. I wrote about this in this 2016 post and nothing will ever change that, not my mom, not my aunt, not even Toastmasters.
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Are hoarders sentimentalists?
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I don’t recall what happened. All I remember is walking alongside the river with my fiancee, Mark, on Earth Day when several loud pop, pop, pop rang in the air. Next thing I knew, I was falling backwards into Mark’s arms, “Leila, what do I do?” He said frantically.
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I may seem quiet on the outside but really, I am just an awkward conversationalist with a vivid imagination and a loud mind.
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I have Nyctophobia. It’s another word for an irrational fear of night or darkness. My brain and heart are fighting each other on this. My brain says this is an irrational fear but brain, can you please tell that to my heart when it’s thudding like a high-rhythmic beating drum when I’m in the dark?
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I watch as the water drains from the pipe above into the well below. It must be still raining up above, I think. Most of the city must be underwater by now.
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I should’ve known, Savannah thought as she sat in the cold metal chair of a police interrogation room. She’s thirteen but appears mature for her age.
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“What’s with all the gingerbread cookies?” May’s jaw dropped at the sight of the trays of badly decorated gingerbread cookies on the kitchen counter.
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“Next stop, Central Station, the end of the road, as far as we go.” The robotic Siri-like voice announced.
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Rachel hates going to family dinners. “Everyone knows what Uncle Danny is trying to do.” She said to her sister, Jenna, over the phone.
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Alright, let’s see…
Winter’s night, ground full of snow, she meets him, keels over and dies.
Oh wait, he meets her, faints in her arms and dies???
Ah, what’s wrong with me and death?
I dream about death…
I write about death…
Wait, have I been experiencing bouts of existential crises?
Have I?
No!!!
Let’s start over…
The gal is looking to die and the dude helps inject the first dose of lethal injection into her arm and leaves. The next morning, he’s found outside, death by hypothermia.
Wait, didn’t I hear this in a play a few days ago?
(100 Words)
The statue of King Neptune was the first thing she saw when she arrived at the park. As she stood by the pond, waiting for the guy she’d been texting with to show up for their date, her gaze traveled to the statue in the middle of the pond. She knew who that was unlike many people.
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Approaching the Mystical Tree, she whispered, “Grandfather?” Slowly, a white, bony hand emerges.
“You’ve come, child.”
“Yes and I brought nourishment.” She handed him the bags of blood. Thirstily, he devoured bag upon bag. “I wish I brought more.”
“You did good, child. I will be satiated for days. Besides, it isn’t as though I have anywhere to be other than this prison.”
“I’m working on getting you out of this horrid place, grandfather. I promise I will get you out.”
He chuckled, “Five centuries of imprisonment and it still feels like yesterday when the old bat cast the spell.”
(100 Words)
I am the epitome of true love. For almost 25 years, he had dominated my dreams. Whenever I closed my eyes, I could see him in my dreams. Whenever I looked up at the stars, his face would be the only one I saw.
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I opened my eyes and felt my heart leap from my chest as I stared into the foggy abyss. I am acrophobic. Who’s idea is this?
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With her picture in hand, he gave the red building before him a disapproving gaze. After a year of waiting, he finally received the great news his PI has located his MIA daughter.
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All his life, he had known only one thing – go big or go home. In elementary school, he created the biggest piece of artwork, folded the largest paper crane, and even attempted to bring his teacher the largest gift he could find. Fast forward, he graduated college with a degree in fine arts and an aspiration to become the next Michelanglo – to create the most magnificent sculpture that would be viewed by passerby.
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Sitting at the edge at the bathtub, naked, bald, one hand clutching a bottle of bourbon, the other a bottle of pills, Alex felt sad, alone, and lost.
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Re-reading my sister, Bethany’s Will, I sighed, “My dear sister, you shall be the death of me.”
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She opened her eyes and sat up. Where am I? What is this place? She wondered as she looked out the window of the house. The house was surrounded by wheat fields.
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In the spirit of Valentine’s Day, this week’s MMLM Sunday Writing Prompt is “A Story of Love.“
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Deeper and Deeper we trek into the woods. We must be at least almost two miles in by now as my throat begins to feel parch. What does he want with me and why me? I keep asking myself as I focus on hatching a plan.
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