Tag Archive: TRDC

Get Me Home

We had to leave immediately. The pain was crushing; blinding. I screamed out for help from the bedroom, the urgency in my voice echoing off of the walls, begging for relief. The walk to the car a blur, we drove through red lights, around slower vehicles, and ignored speed limits. The throbbing stabs ripped through…

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The Wheels on the Bus

The steps leading onto the towering yellow bus seemed huge compared to my twelve-year-old body. I stretched to take one stair at a time and was nervous to find a seat with a friend. I could feel the butterflies dancing in my stomach and wasn’t sure if it was from excitement or the anxiety of…

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Forgiveness in a Hug

*SLAM* “I HATE YOU!” My bedroom door hit its frame so hard I can see where the wood has split with my anger. My blood boils. Stupid house. Stupid rules. I hate it here. Throwing my body face first into my pillow I let out my frustration, my confusion, and my teenage angst. I cry…

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Sweet Spring

The first warm day of spring flirted with my senses when I stepped out the door. The smell of sunshine bouncing off the wet grass, fog lifting, and blossoms dancing in the breeze surrounding me. Summer was on its way and the bleak days of winter were finally over. As though a dark sheet had…

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Buried

The sun is warm on my back and I stretch my arms out as far as they will go, I can feel the warm sand underneath me and I dig my hands into its cool depths, weaving my fingers in and out. I dig until I can’t see them, the soft grain covers my arms…

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Mine.

Her legs hold tight around the woman’s small waist and she looks up at her with adoration. Her chicklet smile bursting hearts as she fills her chubby hands with fistfuls of hair. The woman wraps her hand around the girls small fingers, playfully telling her no and tickling her dangling toes. They giggle together, whisper…

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Why?

“I don’t want to be your friend anymore.” I couldn’t believe I was hearing her say these words. The past weeks behaviour all began to make sense to me now. Her lack of contact, avoiding my calls, no time to hang out, and short blunt answers when we did talk. I felt my face heat…

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Not Just a Toy Box

When I unwrapped the clear plastic from around the baskets boxed canvas edges I already knew what I would do with it. My friends and family knew my obsession well.  This was apparent from the sea of baskets stretched out before me as I opened gift after gift at my baby shower. But this one,…

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Mufflers, Boots, and Love.

We had only just met a few weeks prior, but suddenly I was head over heals. My nights were spent talking until the early morning hours and my days were spent day dreaming. His 1992 Honda Accord would barely make the 2 hour drive to my house each weekend and by the time it did…

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Tag Archive: TRDC

Get Me Home

We had to leave immediately. The pain was crushing; blinding. I screamed out for help from the bedroom, the urgency in my voice echoing off of the walls, begging for relief. The walk to the car a blur, we drove through red lights, around slower vehicles, and ignored speed limits. The throbbing stabs ripped through…

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The Wheels on the Bus

The steps leading onto the towering yellow bus seemed huge compared to my twelve-year-old body. I stretched to take one stair at a time and was nervous to find a seat with a friend. I could feel the butterflies dancing in my stomach and wasn’t sure if it was from excitement or the anxiety of…

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Forgiveness in a Hug

*SLAM* “I HATE YOU!” My bedroom door hit its frame so hard I can see where the wood has split with my anger. My blood boils. Stupid house. Stupid rules. I hate it here. Throwing my body face first into my pillow I let out my frustration, my confusion, and my teenage angst. I cry…

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Sweet Spring

The first warm day of spring flirted with my senses when I stepped out the door. The smell of sunshine bouncing off the wet grass, fog lifting, and blossoms dancing in the breeze surrounding me. Summer was on its way and the bleak days of winter were finally over. As though a dark sheet had…

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Buried

The sun is warm on my back and I stretch my arms out as far as they will go, I can feel the warm sand underneath me and I dig my hands into its cool depths, weaving my fingers in and out. I dig until I can’t see them, the soft grain covers my arms…

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Mine.

Her legs hold tight around the woman’s small waist and she looks up at her with adoration. Her chicklet smile bursting hearts as she fills her chubby hands with fistfuls of hair. The woman wraps her hand around the girls small fingers, playfully telling her no and tickling her dangling toes. They giggle together, whisper…

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Why?

“I don’t want to be your friend anymore.” I couldn’t believe I was hearing her say these words. The past weeks behaviour all began to make sense to me now. Her lack of contact, avoiding my calls, no time to hang out, and short blunt answers when we did talk. I felt my face heat…

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Not Just a Toy Box

When I unwrapped the clear plastic from around the baskets boxed canvas edges I already knew what I would do with it. My friends and family knew my obsession well.  This was apparent from the sea of baskets stretched out before me as I opened gift after gift at my baby shower. But this one,…

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Mufflers, Boots, and Love.

We had only just met a few weeks prior, but suddenly I was head over heals. My nights were spent talking until the early morning hours and my days were spent day dreaming. His 1992 Honda Accord would barely make the 2 hour drive to my house each weekend and by the time it did…

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