Sitting on the shelf like an old forgotten book, she watched as her life gently passed her by, aging her soul with neglect. Hours, days, months, and years, the dust built on her as did old novels that the world forgot existed. She screamed with fears of being replaced by a modern version of a lost life, each generation forgetting a classic’s beauty.
She watched him through the old broken window, her stained fingers clung to the edge, crumbling the splintered wood until she bled. Droplets of her pain fed the termites, and his happiness fed her despair. Squinting to hold back the flood, just knowing she would never be good enough rotted her corpse as she took her last hit of his acidic love.
The candle waited in the window, the pathway manicured, she waited for him to find his way back home. Day’s, weeks, month, turning into years, the flickering light was all that warmed her soul. She took her hope to her grave, never giving up faith that her light would beam the brightest.
The I-15 between Los Angeles and Vegas is one that is called the Lost Souls Highway. Driving into Las Vegas, the bright lights draw you in like a moth to a flame, but that long drive home can be the one that takes you straight to hell.
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Another letter written across her skin; these were the love letters she wrote to herself.
Sealed in a box. buried in the earth, her soul’s secrets contained the only love she ever knew.
She cried, not for her loss, but his. Each day changes come, and they never can be replaced. When he walked out that door, he pulled the curtains on his greatest masterpiece. This canvas contained arms, legs, and the ability to show you every treasure in life without leaving your home. She would be the sole survivor of a selfish man.
Last week I was to meet a client in Vegas, and instead of the usual flight, I decided to drive. What a better way to appreciate this land of ours then to see it firsthand. Nothing horrible can happen. I mean, that shit is just in the cheesy porns and the horror flicks. WRONG!
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No one ever heard the screams each time she fell down the rabbit hole. Silent pain raping her soul; she protected the world as she lost her own. A lost girl they called her, always living her life in a dream, no one ever thought to ask Alice why she followed that rabbit into the unknown.
I had to lie to you to breathe again. I ripped a part of my heart from my chest the day I told you I hated you. Back and forth, you tugged me—only good enough when someone else didn’t want you. You ignited a storm inside of me that took all of my light and put it into a spiraling tornado of pain. I screamed it, and without a second thought, you left. I broke us so I could save myself from your pain.
This is a new short story series.
Somethings are better off left alone.
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