My father was in a car accident two and a half years ago and he’s never been the same since.
It was awful. For six months he was in a coma, and when he woke up, there was nothing left inside. He couldn’t talk. Couldn’t eat. Couldn’t even shit by himself. It was a living nightmare to see my once loving, passionate father turned into a stranger.
My twin sister Ruby and I set up our schedules to make it work. I’m a trained nurse, I can handle the more medical side of thing, and when I’m gone Ruby will step in and keep it together.
My mother never even entered the room he stayed in.
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I used to have three beautiful cats. Chloe, Jewel, and Mercy. My sweet girls. I had the perfect family. A husband Greg, my son Dylan, and of course the cats. Jewel was the snitch. Always pacing around the table, warbling for whatever we had. She had developed a taste for green beans. Mercy was the prim lady. Always cleaning herself. Always sitting on the bookshelves. And always found where I hid the cat treats.
Chloe was my favorite though. Whenever my lap was available, she was sitting there. At night she’d sleep at the foot of the bed. In the morning, she’d wake me by kneading my chest. Greg would laugh and say she was just making sure my heart hadn’t stopped. Her version of kitty CPR.
Greg and I were considering getting just one more when the accident happened. Greg was on the way to the clinic with the cats to update their vaccinations, and… well, I’m almost thankful that my babies didn’t suffer.
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Ugh. I gotta go to the internet for this one guys. I’m out of ideas and I don’t have the money for a doctor’s visit, so I have to find help elsewhere.
I live in a really wooded part of Michigan, and most years the ticks are a nuisance but not much more. If I’m negligent on putting the tick collar on Lucy she’ll usually get one or two behind the ears, and if I walk through the brush I usually find one on my jeans. Rarely do they actually get their nasty lil heads buried into my skin.
There’s always those years though. The ones with the mild winters, no real deep freeze. Those are the years I dread. Because those are the years the ticks come out in full force. Like little invaders, they swarm anything with a pulse, latching on and not letting go unless they get their fill.
And yup. I got one of those fuckers on me last night.
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TW: Rape, Serious Gore
Doing something like this for her son was not typically what Brenda would do. But god, Chris was her only child, and she wanted to do something about his twentieth birthday. Something to help him. Make him feel better. Make him feel like a man.
So she got Miss Audrey Scarlet on the phone and made a time for her to come over.
She arrived right on time, just as the sun was going down. Miss Audrey was just as gorgeous as she sounded on the phone- swaying hips, legs as long as the day, a pearly white smile, and heavily lidded amber eyes. A dream in a woman, and she could be bought with a price.
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Blanca Leon. Tracy Russell. Jean McLaughlin.
Seven girls went missing three years ago on the December 12.
Gabriela Brown. Alice McGrail. June Larsen. Claudia Inman.
The only thing these girls had in common were that they were all thirteen and that they all lived in the same town. Race, interests, grades, social status, nothing else matched up. Blanca and Tracy were close friends, as well as Gabriela and June, but the others didn’t know each other.
Claudia was my little sister.
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The best day in a girl’s life is when they get married.
I met Henry while I was working a late shift at the diner. I just got yelled at by a cranky trucker and I was about to cry when the guy sitting alone at the next table grabbed my hand.
“Ignore that creep,” He said, gently squeezing his fingers between mine, “he’s just pissed for the sake of being pissed.”
Our eyes met and I felt that flutter in my chest. Love at first sight is real and I felt it with Henry.
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I thought I wanted a little brother. When I was a stupid six year old.
Now I’m nine, a lot smarter, and I realized I made a huge mistake.
Tommy is the worst. The absolute worst. I hate him. It wasn’t so bad when he was a baby. He cried a lot but it was super cool to say I was a sister. All my friends thought he was super cute too.
It’s when he stopped being cute and starting being annoying.
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Three months ago I was in a car accident.
It wasn’t great, I’ll tell you that. Legs got crushed, cracked some ribs, and it was touch and go for a while. But thanks to the advantages of modern medicine and several blood transfusions, I got wheeled out with the promise that if I got lucky I’d be able to get around with a cane.
It was a miracle when I started walking.
But miracles apparently don’t come for free.
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I always wanted to make my dad proud.
My dad was what people would consider a man’s man. Had a lot of big guns and a lot of animal heads up on the walls. He was really proud of the ten point buck he nailed when I was three. He even bragged about one day having the funds to go to Africa and nail some of the big game over there.
And of course, with that tiny little wife of his, he wanted to have a son to take with him.
Of course things don’t work out like that. After a complicated pregnancy and birth, he had no wife and a tiny little daughter.
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What does forever mean?
For me, it meant you.
We were so little when we first met. You were confident where I was not. While I wanted to cry in the cubby room because I missed my mother, you didn’t even notice yours had gone. But you came in to get something from your coat pocket and saw me. Alone.
And you smiled and took my hand.
“Hey, do you like dinosaurs?”
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