Marnie Wilson was a gifted girl, but the town she lived in nobody would ever recognize her talent. One day in art class she assembled a 100 piece puzzle in less than 4 minutes and stated what it meant, in front of the class! The puzzle she’d assembled was of a couple in the rain. The couple resembles to her a compass on map because there 4 ways you can only go in distance to travel. The missing piece was her because she wanted to see this guy so badly she snuck out to spend the best summer with him!
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Rachael’s Memoir
Hi my name is Rachael and this is my reflection piece/memoir about how each idea led me back right here to where I am. I , when I was younger I was in foster care. I had only gotten in there because I told Mr.Wright who was my counselor at the time, I felt unsafe at home and that I felt like running away. By the time I’d gotten there it was a very different atmosphere. It was a tall thick blonde lady . I honestly thought she was a German girl. The for me to get home was a dream I shortly learned when I asked for a pb and jelly sandwich and she had it crowbar locked! I felt odd. I felt oddly. I felt curiously out of place. It was ‘relief’straight when I was taken back to my moms place because I remember going to 3 foster care homes. Later on in life I realized I was going to be alright when I saw her at the ice rink for the last time.
By Rachael FrazierExclusive • 3 months ago
Our Song
Evening has given way to night. Gently, I settle next to you on the comfortable, old love seat and reach for your hand. You snatch it away, again. It cuts me to the quick, but I hide the pain, understanding that the reaction is but part of your demented state. Since the accident, your presence here in our cozy home has been clouded by a haze I can't see. Nevertheless, I feel the frigidity of your expressions and it serves as an excruciating reminder of the immeasurable distance between us.
By Dana Crandell5 days ago in Fiction
At 2:14, the Earth Listens
The first time Mara noticed the hour, she assumed it was coincidence. 2:14 a.m. The clock on her bedside table glowed that soft, watery green that feels almost alive in a dark room. She had rolled over half-asleep, arm searching for Elias out of habit, and instead of warm skin she found cold sheets and the faint dip of where his body had been moments before.
By Lawrence Lease4 days ago in Fiction
Lately, I'm empty
Lately, I feel an emptiness inside of me that doesn’t make any sense. I was fine a week ago and now I’m numb to the pain that I’ve been carrying around. Numb to the idea of me existing. I wish I could go to a place where I can hear happy positive thoughts and surround myself with joy. The medication I’m on doesn’t seem to work anymore. I still feel pain from existing, why am I here anyways? Merely to exist. I don’t feel like I’m making any differences being here.
By Cerina Galvan6 days ago in Confessions
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