Gabriel Honaker
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Outside
"Jace, you're going to be late! Wake Up!!" Jace rolls over in his bed, frustrated at the woman yelling at him and the sun glaring through his window. His bedroom faced the east so every morning it beamed at him as if to say he has wasted enough time sleeping. "Jace! Not again!!" The voice calls to him from downstairs, he sits up in a panic, "Damn, I fell back asleep!" He jumps out of bed grabbing the first outfit he can throw together and getting ready in a hurry. Jace quickly runs down the stairs passed an elderly woman sitting in the living room, she looks tired as usual, must have stayed up all night again. As Jace runs out the front door he gives a quick, "Love you Sierra!" Sierra was his aunt, she took care of him ever since his father went on what he said was an "expedition" and an "important research assignment."
By Gabriel Honaker3 years ago in Horror
Hold Our Memories Eternally
I don't understand the old cliché, "home is where the heart is." I believe heart is where the home is. Love comes in so many shapes and sizes. It is much like life in its variety. Family, lovers, friends, habits, thought, interests, curiosities, too many to count. So many ways but no encyclopedia to catalog them, only ourselves.
By Gabriel Honaker3 years ago in Poets