Jean Bright
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Joy
Sometimes time can be a healer. A salve that naturally soothes over the hurt and injuries we experience with time. And sometimes time is an illusion. A mask worn to disguise both the injuries and the face of the injured. Allowing us to move forward day by day and get on with the things we need to get on with each day.
By Jean Bright3 years ago in Humans
Susan
School had just ended for the year, summer vacation was getting ready to start. Graduation had concluded and everyone was in a celebration type mood. Susan was awaken early by the sounds of her parents whispering loudly outside her bedroom door. Stretching and smiling she could only imagine what they were up to.
By Jean Bright3 years ago in Filthy
Alice, "Yes Daddy."
Finishing up packing the last of my things for college was both exciting and sad. While I was thrilled to be starting a new chapter in my life I was going to miss the familiarity and comfort of home. Truth be told I was going to miss my step dad Patrick the most. He had come into my life when I was about thirteen. I never knew exactly what he did for a living, but I knew that he was able to set his own hours, including working from home a lot, and that he was able to make enough for us to live a lot more comfortably than my mom and I did before he came into our lives.
By Jean Bright3 years ago in Filthy