Wendigo 15

The first step into the park, they walked on the same grounds as their ancestors before they had. With Jimmy in the led, the others followed, but mad it known, Jimmy was only there for one reason. To bait that bastard out and get to those kids out of their alive. If only he would have kicked those brats out earlier, Jimmy could be home and enjoying sitting in front of his television.

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Innocence sold

With college only a month away, there was one thing on this list that I hadn’t accomplished yet. Backtracking for a second, I made a list on graduation day of things I would achieve over the summer. All of them had done, but one. I was 18, attractive, and a virgin. Probably the last one on earth. I grew up in an ultra-conservative home. I am a firm believer that my parents fucked once, and that was when they conceived me.

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Tuesday Truth 9/15/20

As a child, I would spend hours picking flowers and ripping the petals off, saying, “He loves me. He loves me not.” Each time it ended in not, my mood would sour, and the stem would crash to the ground with lost hope. It took me years to realize that the only love I ever truly needed was the love I have for myself. Stop killing flowers for love. Let them bloom. If you have patience, you will have a garden of love to share with the world around you.

A.J. Luna

Saturday Afternoons 9/12/2020

That familiar bench had seen better days. The wood is worn and now cracked and peeling from too many coats of paint. Once a year, the city came through to spruce up the park. Years of smearing the wood with a cheap white color coat, the city hoped to attract more people. Once a thriving place full of children, the worry of predators kept most families away. Fifty years ago, when the bench was fresh and new, families flocked to the beautiful park. Back then, the trees only saplings, and the little rusted out cart that rested by the concession stand was the only hope of getting a treat. Time and progress wore down the little guy, and more profits made selling cheap processed food. No one wanted the hand-dipped chocolate ice cream bars. Now, everyone searched for those laced with candy and a silly face. The world is changing, whether with like it or not.

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