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Isabelle
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Winding Road

This story is about my journey; it's not graphic. At all. It's about how I got from here to there.

I have had a lot of time to think. And I think about how I gave myself a scare, in a way. I alerted myself to reality. Even though at times it might have seemed like I was slowly dying, I think I was just making my way forwards. That's all we really do, I...

I told myself I wasn’t good enough. That was my first lie, I think. As if an A minus differed from an A Or a size 0 differed from a size 00. I don’t know when I started believing myself. I think I was fourteen. I told myself that whatever I did, I did it...

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The golden years are far from done But the blackness has set in And someone who once thought they had it won Is now immersed in sin. Black kohl lines lids of steel Silver shadow adorns one bloody eye Slate grey breaths turn Fate’s infamous wheel She used...

Once she dangled her feet in the blue water And sang around the campfire And toasted marshmallows And drank Coke And took photos of her friends and hung them on the refrigerator That was the time when she loved her sister And thought her mom hung the moon...

The last time I saw you, we were barely fifteen and yet gathering no attention when we took our usual seats on the rickety wooden bench at the playground on 5 th street. All the mothers there knew us, we’d been there so long, and we in turn knew them and...

I can't pretend that I don't miss them Not while I'm still looking at their pictures. I can't pretend I don't see them Walking past the café on fourth. I can't pretend I don't hear them Not when they're shouting. I can't pretend that I can be free Not dur...

"I'm sorry." "I don't care." "I wrote you a sonnet." Now he has her interest. "A sonnet?" "Yeah, like Shakespeare." "Why a sonnet?" "I don't know." "Is it a good sonnet?" He looks at her, his chocolate eyes meeting her icy blue. "I don't know." "Then, why...

“Who am I?” I whispered, staring at my own hands in a kind of nervous fascination, eyeing the white scars and ragged half-moon nails that I’d come to love and appreciate. I could already see them gone, thrown out of the window in the garbage, no longer a...

“You’re my one and only,” he promised, breathing lightly down her back. “I’ll never love another.” She smiled at him through half-closed eyes, before drifting off. Her breathing hadn’t even settled into a rhythm before he was gone. It was easy to fool gir...

“This has gone on too long,” I stood and declared.“It’s time we were a family and let our innermost thoughts be shared.”My brother turned around and my sister laughed in mirth“If you want to talk,” said she, “then tell me, what is communication worth?” “W...

Since the dawn of timeBefore poets learned to rhymeThey have remained together yet apartFighting for supremacy in every being’s heart.One is dark like the night,Whose first instinct is to fightThe other is bright like the starsWhose light shines from afar...

I have felt so alone, pain you would never knowPain that remains inside you, pain that will never goI have felt this pain. This pain is part of meBut this part I have never let anybody see.I am a soldier in a foreign landGoing up against my enemy, hand to...

I took out the gun. I pointed it at Harry. “Don’t move,” I hissed. He looked straight down the barrel of the Glock 17 and whimpered. “I won’t,” he said softly. I pushed the barrel of the gun against his forehead, and pulled the trigger, hearing the shot a...