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Conquering the Peak
What have I gotten myself into? I cling to the side of the mountain as the path narrows and curves up the steep incline. The sun hovers over me and turns my once comforting jacket into a stove.
A prolonged gaze must be set upon her. Upon the grandness of her autonomy, the fullness of her being, her crown, and the wounds that have been inflicted. Wounds that bleed, but the color is hope.
Do You Know The Benefits Of Hugging?
Many of us know that hugging has lots of health benefits. But in case you haven’t really read or taken the time to get to know your inner self as well as you need to do to understand why hugging is vital for us, read on.
He was coming home. She could sense his ship on the horizon before it appeared. The white, billowing sails. The way the sunshine bounced off the bow and back into the sky. The subtle groaning of the ropes as they strained against their ties. Every detail was etched into her memory like carvings on an oak tree.
First date with the real me
A quick look at the antique clock on my bedside table shows me I'm late. Late late. I take another sip of my second glass of Merlot and assess my reflection in the mirror. A little black dress that hugs my curves perfectly (translation, getting air in will be problematic), ankle boots too high for my chronic clumsiness (but absolutely gorgeous), red lips, big hazel eyes accentuated with black eye-liner. Despite the dress being too tight for comfort, it's the only thing that felt remotely sexy at the moment. And you always need a bit of sexy for a blind date, as dating is no picnic.
The First of Fifty
To my very own Theo, I’m sitting across from this couple at a café downtown, and they remind me so much of us. The way they gaze into each other’s eyes as if nothing else in the world exist, the gentle touches along the hand, tracing every line, every goosebumps, never letting each other go. A puppy love that I hope will grow into what we have today.
Amber rays of late afternoon sun fall through the slats of the blinds, casting patterns of light and shadow across the bed and floor. Outside, I can hear the muffled sounds of the city: endless traffic passing beneath me, the soft cooing of pigeons, the occasional swelling of metal grating against metal as the overground train passes a few blocks away. Far below, Ronald, the man who runs the gyro truck on the corner, is yelling at the new boy who works for him. A dog barks. It is May; the first days of summer are clinging tightly to the city, holding it in a chokehold of heat and humidity.
Reflection of a Girl Remembering How to Feel Alive
She didn’t need to scan the menu long because a different guy had taken her here just last week. Of course, she couldn’t tell that to her current date. Instead, she said, “I can’t choose. It all sounds so good.”
In Dire Need of Forgetting
Rosalie Evers hated restaurants like this. Everyone knows the type; white tablecloth, red carpet, yellow candles, and a golden chandelier glistening slightly too high for proper appreciation. Sitting at her own uncomfortably crisp table, she sighed and pulled out her phone.
The Importance of Anonymity
I sighed, pushing my face deeper into the pillow. Lately sleep had been evading me, but tonight was the worst. I had been tossing and turning all night and the most unpleasant part was my husband snoring away next to me.
Where Love Begins
I've known Matt for over ten years. We met at freshman orientation in college and became fast friends. After graduation, we were lucky enough to land jobs at the same company, and our friendship only deepened.
An Open Letter to Who I Used to Be
To anyone reading this: This is a letter that I've decided to write to myself at this time last year, when we didn't know what the actual hell COVID-19 was going to bring in the coming months, or how serious this pandemic actually was. I remember that I was super unsure about what the next steps in our lives would be, and I remember just feeling like everything had flipped upside down, and that I just somehow had to deal with it. So, now that I've lived through whatever 2020 was, I wanted to write a letter to myself that I would've loved to have.