Dear Emma,
There’s no easy way to say this, but I can’t stay with you any longer. I know the past five years seemed like a time of blissful contentment, but all my smiles were faked, all my gratitude imagined on your part. I know I am the one to blame, although I had hoped you would notice something was wrong before today. Read the rest of this entry »
Entry 1 – August 28th
Hello again. Yes, I’m back after ten years of silence. Hopefully my new entries will be a lot more sensible than the last ones (‘No one understands me’, ‘What am I doing with my life’, et cetera), now that I’m past those teenage years of angst. In fact, I should probably tell you why I’m writing again. No, it’s not just because I found this journal laying around and thought it was too much of a coincidence.
There’s only so many times I’m happy to wake up after two to four hours of being chased, shot and/or murdered in different ways. It’s not just disrupting my morning; it puts me in a bad mood all day. I’m hoping that writing things down will help me get them off my chest, so I stop having that dreadful look in the morning. I would say I want to figure out what’s causing the nightmares, but since they’re daily occurrences, it would have to be something pretty dramatic, and I don’t want to quit my job or leave town. At least not yet. Read the rest of this entry »
This was written for the Two for Tuesday Challenge #8. Prompt: write a story that centers around food.
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He knew the recipe by heart, and called on it like a friendly acquaintance.
Marcus tore some basil leaves onto the tomato sauce below, which was quietly gurgling in expectation. Its excitement became palatable as the sauce’s sharp smell attempted to take over the kitchen, despite the extractor fan’s best efforts. After a quick stir he left them alone, knowing they would slowly infuse together, and proceeded to inspect the plates and bowls arranged on the counter top. Read the rest of this entry »
Would you like some tea with that? 