The Weight of Her Confessions
Content warning: This post contains descriptions of domestic violence and difficult subject matter. Her voice reached me, but my expression stayed vacant, my mind hollowed, and my hands still.
- Fiction
- Story
- Trauma
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What I Learn From Running
I think I hate running. It is only enjoyable when I consider it as a finished act, with no plan to do it. Then, I finally relish the feat of having ran a rather far distance.
- Running
- Storytime
- Story
Where did the Last $100 Go?
The last $100 — Where did it go? My brother needs it more. He might have a place to live. I heard he found work at an optometrist's office in Koreatown. Six years since his last job. At last?
- Fiction
- Story
- Family
The Moment I Saw Age
Her eyes darted past the back of his head through to his mouth. She twisted her old mouth into a shape more ugly. I shouldn't tell you about how old she looked. I'll follow her lead for the rest of my life.
- Short-story
- Fear-of-aging
- Aging-women
The Past Appeared Above Me
I turned the corner and looked up. A slurry of umbrellas, worn down tables, and dirty jewel tones came into my line of sight at a particular height on the second story.
- Story
- Laguna-beach
- Breakup
The Writing I Aspire to
What's worth saying?
- Writing
- Story
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