I didn't need to be on a ship to feel the waves. It was almost as if I felt empathy with the water, lolling back and forth, swishing towards the sand to kiss it and then run away again. Despite the stomach-churning motions, I waited for the ship that would bring an end to our famine. Perhaps they might even bring some rum from their travels to help us celebrate life and the end of our misery. Then there it was, on the horizon, with the sun setting behind it. My stomach groaned, relieved, as if it knew.
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Lacey Dearie
Indie author 📚 Blogger 💻 Humanities student 👩🏻🎓 Editor of the 27th best blog in Scotland apparently 🏆 Unapologetic daydreamer 😑 Natural introvert/selective extrovert 💃🏻 Member of the Cat Writers Association 🐈⬛
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Poor Tree
The empty branches made no sound in the breeze. They hadn’t shed leaves in over three decades. Each summer I visit this place where, as teenagers, we experienced passion for the first time under the shade of the leaves. I touch the now diseased trunk and whisper an apology each time I come, before I sit down and let the copper nails he used scratch my back through my shirt. It wasn’t the tree’s fault. It was mine. I was the one who cheated. But you don’t go to prison for exacting revenge on a tree.
By Lacey Dearieabout a year ago in Fiction
Impatiens for the Soul
Content Warning: Mention of mental illness Impatiens for the Soul D. A. Ratliff Looking down at the colorful blooms bursting out of their pots, I remembered when my mother and I first planted these together. A lot of water has flowed since then—water for the impatiens and tears for me.
By D. A. Ratliff5 days ago in Fiction
The shattered mirror
### The Shattered Mirror Once, in the quaint town of Alderwood, nestled between rolling hills and ancient forests, lived two childhood friends, Clara and James. Their bond was one forged in the fires of shared dreams and endless adventures, a friendship that seemed unbreakable to those who witnessed it.
By Reader And Explainer7 days ago in Fiction
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