life
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“Get up, please” “No” “It will help” “No” “I promise” “No.” Words splattered Unheeded, ignored Sure and convinced That it’s not needed The water helps Washes, restores, renews The soap feels nice Cleansing, removing, erasing The dirt clings Building on the skin Flaking off in the covers Tucked away, protected The smell grows intense Drifting…
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I’m not sure how long I stood staring after him—the wake of his anger deafening as I slowly found the strength to peel my feet from the tiled floor. By the time my hand touched the cool glass of the front door, my shock had shifted to blinding anger. Anger that seared into the…
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The thumps of my feet hitting the pavement were a much-needed salve being smoothed over the frayed ends of my nerves—each crunch of loose gravel working to push together the loose threads and prepare me for the rest the day. I sucked down a breath of air more dramatically than I needed to since…
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Hey lovely readers! It’s been a minute—or, okay, three weeks—and I’ve missed this little corner of the internet. School started back up for me, and I’ve been drowning in the ocean of student emails and class prep (send help). But I’m back, and so are Evie, Jenna, and Henry! Thanks for being patient while I…
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Hey lovely readers! I’m sorry, but Chapter 16 isn’t ready yet (Jordan try not to send me too many texts). My brain has been in a bit of a creative funk this week, so instead of forcing words that wouldn’t cooperate, I ended up channeling that energy into something else: three more installments of the…
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Lunch ticked by like the minutes spent in a dentist’s chair—smiles and warm welcomes followed by the pressure of a needle pushing its way through your gums as you wait, praying that it doesn’t burst through the other side of your face. Then somewhere in the middle, you grow numb—mouth hanging open as the…
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My eyes were locked on the front door that stood three feet in front of me—the doorknob seeming to pulse in time with my heartbeat. You can do this. I took a step toward the door but found myself frozen again as the past leaked out from around the door. Family dinners spent wedged…
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Author’s note: Hey everyone! I am about 3 pages into Chapter 9, but due to some interruptions (pun intended), I was not able to finish it this week. So, in the meantime, I’m sharing a poem titled silence. It’s a very personal poem, and I know it’s a bit heavy, but please know, I am…
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Ava left the room still talking about her final three college choices. After the door shut, I sat there for another moment, staring at the clock, trying to shake the ghost of a boy who wasn’t a boy anymore. It was honestly embarrassing the hold Henry still had on me. I was a grown…
Ink & Interruptions 