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I decide to leave the apartment on Mifflin Street when the walls inch so close together that my two boxes are collapsing in on themselves. The wait for Lucas to call, I decide, can’t be weathered indoors for any longer. I know that if my phone rings while I’m inside, the house will explode. The… Continue reading Time Bomb
If I have to watch one more girl stand in front of this mirror and pick at her pretty face, I’m going to die. Again. I’m not even sure that’s possible. A tall Junior, leans over the stained marble sink so the edges of her butt are visible under her short dress. Her face is… Continue reading Room 308-A
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Elm Street Carolyn sat at the dining room table alone. She didn’t bother to make Luke a plate for dinner, the past few months taught her better than that. Even when he said he’d be home for dinner, he wouldn’t be. So, Carolyn pushed uneaten peapods across her plate in an attempt to stimulate her… Continue reading Elm Street
The landscape of Athens Ohio looked the same today as it did in 1996. Back then I was seventeen. I had wishing green eyes that widened when I heard my favorite song, and I was ready to leave the city of Athens behind me forever. Forever, or until Thomas and I graduated college and wanted… Continue reading Passion For Today
Maud tipped back the last of the bottle. They didn’t allow drinking in the Student Board Offices, but in her final days before graduation, Maud figured, what the heck. What were they going to do, she wondered, revoke her degree? She remembered opening her congratulations email from the university, “Graduating class of 2046!” Her parents… Continue reading Unit #5