The roads to freedom.
At the top of the mountain
To peak at my fears
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Umrah Rdiya.
About the Creator
U.Rdiya
Dreamer. Introverted Writer...
" I think I may boast myself to be, with all possible vanity, the most unlearned and uninformed female who ever dared to be an authoress."
Jane Austen .
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Nice work
Very well written. Keep up the good work!
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Heartfelt and relatable
The story invoked strong personal emotions
Reaching Out
I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
By Christy Munson3 days ago in Fiction
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That last line is interesting. I can interpret that at least 3 different ways. Great post, Thank you for sharing!
I thought you did a wonderful job at using your lovely image to help convey the power in your words. Well done :)