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In boiling water.

Carrots. Eggs. Coffee beans.

No, this is not some weird recipe for a caffeinated shake. How disgustingly perky that would be. This is a story I adapted, sugar-coated, peppered, seared and cooked to a bloody medium-rare (No, it’s not really blood folks. Just good ol’ Myoglobin).

At the end, ask yourself, “Which one are you?” Continue reading

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"Those" moments..., Author's Picks

Melanie

Part 1 of 2

I didn’t get the chance to say goodbye.

It haunts me down to this day. It may haunt me forever. An obdurate shadow at the back of my mind. A castaway shackled in a closed-off room in my heart.

I remember coaxing her once lustrous hair, now a dry and damaged mop, to one side so I could kiss her warm forehead. It used to be warmer. I tell her to be strong.

“I’ll be back in a few hours.”

There’s no answer. There are no sounds other than the faint beeps of a heart monitor and her tired and troubled breathing. I pause to take her in. Vacant washed-out globes had replaced the eyes that once had been full of life, love, and wanderlust. Shallow breaths from her chapped lips. Yellow and pale taking over the vibrant pink in her skin. Her hands twitching from unknowable pain. For a second it courses through me as well. Strings are pulled inside me. I wince. I reach for her hand and envelop it with both of mine. She must have used all the strength she had left when she lightly held on to my hands. It takes all of my own strength to keep from crying.

A voice inside says I can’t leave. Continue reading

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"Those" moments..., Author's Picks, Thoughts, Xenolexica

Magnificent

Torn, in a rather wonderful way

THEIR EYES MEET; and despite the distance he is transported to her side. Chattering friends and acquaintances circled them each yet, at the instant their fields of vision collide, the world falls silent and everything enters a state of perpetual deceleration. They were two stars, which, despite being in a sundry sea of other celestial bodies, were connecting; forming a line; disregarding every other twinkling ball of gas. In those short moments, it was only they in the universe, locked in a perennial gaze.

What was a few seconds seemed like eons in her prepossessing brown eyes. Those two lovely spheres from which she peers into the world, undoubtedly seeing only beauty and grace, takes hold of the man’s mind, heart and spirit. He knows how much he’d welcome swimming in those eyes…and even drowning in them.

Then, something even more wonderful happens. Continue reading

Wonderfully Torn

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"Those" moments..., Author's Picks

Introspecting in the rain

…I’m on my own, I’m on my own…

“Alone…You will always be alone.”

…throw me a line…

“…I think we enjoyed that movie way too much, don’t you think?”

…afraid that I have come here…

“Do not ignore me, Mark”

…to win you again…

“…wasn’t tryin’ to ignore no one. Don’t be melodramatic… on a public vehicle of all places.” Continue reading

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