Freshly Dusted

A/N: The five stages of grief are denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance, something I googled after I wrote this. So if some places don't feel quite right, that's why. That said, this is another piece really close to my heart, so please keep that in mind as you read. 1. Denial You never see it coming until it happens. And then one day, you...

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“I brought the rain.” To some extent, he was right. It had come in with Henry’s vehicle, followed about ten minutes later by the advent of lightning, a harsh reminder of God’s strength. “You could have waited a few more hours,” the homeless man muttered. Another thunderclap shook the night, but I only pulled my cardigan closer around my chest. The covered bus...

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Hello all. This is a different kind of story that I just felt the pressing need to post somewhere. It is unedited, unscripted, plotless, and really close to my heart. I may do a string of these in the future, but regardless, here goes the first attempt. Words don’t do it justice. This clawing, aching feeling threatening to scoop out everywhere you put your...

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A/N: So this is a rather pointless piece, more echoing some of my own frustrations in life and hopefully giving it a humorous twist. I was smiling the entire time I wrote it though, so hopefully y'all will like it too. :)“Why can’t a guy and a girl just be friends?” I asked. “Who said we can’t be friends?” Jason replied, winking at...

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