A Nicely Wrapped Package
Miles was awoken by the angry sounds of a large truck barreling down the street in front of his house. He rolled over, wishing they had the decency to be quiet. He had a late night. Connor, his roommate was up late, TV blaring, clacking on the computer, music blasting. He loved Connor, but the late nights were a regular thing with him. He was still in college. Miles felt like Connor had always been in college and he wasn’t sure it made for a healthy lifestyle. He was worried.
Love Isn't Always Enough
The chocolate cake she spent two days making just landed on the floor. The room immediately went silent. All eyes focused on the painfully small eight-year-old birthday boy. The room wasn’t terribly crowded. There were five friends, an assortment of parents, two cousins, and an aunt. Everyone was staring, mouths gaped open. Their breath caught in their throats, waiting to see what would happen next. Suddenly, the little boy flew to his room, as fast as his legs would take him, and slammed the door. His screams echoed throughout the house.
Sorrow to Hope
For the first time in several decades, the door of the old barn was straining under the force of someone trying to push it open. A low groan was uttered in protest. The man continued to push. The barn continued to object. The power struggle lasted for quite a while before the door gave way slowly. Light swarmed into the open spaces of the interior, filling all it touched with warmth. Dust and small critters panicked, darting here and there as they looked for a new place to be left in peace.
The Brilliance of Pearls
You are my sunshine, My only sunshine, Now you're gone dear, But I'm still here. There is a moment when you first wake up when you have some peace. You mistakenly believe the world is still the same. That moment doesn’t last long. Your eyes open, the peaceful moment passes, then grief falls on you like a monster. It settles over every part of you, smothering you, choking the life out of you, weighing you down, crushing your heart again. You can’t breathe. Tears begin to sneak out of your eyes, despite the fact you were only able to fall asleep because you had finally cried all your tears. Somehow the morning always brings more tears. The peace you felt for two seconds was brutally ripped away again. Day after day after day you wake up, wishing you hadn’t.