October 21, 2023 Hey all, this is Abby. I debated whether or not to post this, but here I am, typing away. It feels like I should share this, if only to help myself process. I will start with a simple fact: my mom passed away five years ago. The thing is, I didn’t really … Read more
Maya stirred the pot of soup, her eyes following the swirling vegetables as they danced in the broth. The kitchen, once vibrant with the chatter of family dinners, now felt more like a quiet stage where she performed her daily routines. Her husband, Tom, sat in the living room, eyes glued to the glow of … Read more
The kitchen was warm, filled with the scent of simmering tomatoes and fresh basil. Anna stood by the stove, stirring the pasta sauce slowly, almost as if she were lost in the rhythmic motion. Her mother, Eleanor, sat at the kitchen table, flipping through a magazine, occasionally glancing up to comment on trivial matters. “Did … Read more
Hey everyone, I’ve been hesitant to post this, but there’s something I need to share. It’s a bit of a confession, but more than that, it’s a journey—one I’ve traveled over the last few days. I guess I should start with the beginning, or more accurately, the beginning of this particular chapter of my life. … Read more
Waves lapped gently against the shore as the afternoon sun cast a golden hue over the sleepy seaside town of Halewood. It was here, at a small beachfront café with wicker chairs and checkered tablecloths, that Daniel sat with a steaming cup of coffee, the autumn breeze ruffling through his graying hair. The café, much … Read more
A faint drizzle had settled over the town, casting a muted gray hue over the landscape. In the confines of her small bedroom, Mira sat by the window, her gaze lost in the mist. The rain had always been her solace, a gentle patter that drowned out the clamor of expectations. She flipped through the … Read more
As the autumn leaves crunched beneath her boots, Anna couldn’t shake the feeling that something was amiss. It wasn’t one thing, but a collection of small inconsistencies that had begun to pile up like the fallen foliage she trudged through. Jake, her partner of six years, seemed to be drifting further into a world she … Read more
Jenna stood by the kitchen sink, her hands submerged in warm, soapy water. She watched the suds drift and pop, losing herself in their fragility. She could hear the faint hum of the television in the living room—her husband, Mark, predictably watching a rerun of some detective series, his presence a constant shadow over the … Read more
The drizzle was unrelenting that morning in the small seaside town where Claire had spent her childhood summers. She hadn’t returned here since her youth, and the salty, moist air carried with it bittersweet memories, like whispers of an old song caught in the wind. Claire was here for a conference, an obligation she couldn’t … Read more
The first time Evie heard the wind whistle through the trees, she was ten years old, standing in the backyard of her grandmother’s house in the small village of Eldergrove. It wasn’t a remarkable sound in itself, but the way it seemed to sing a solitary note only Evie could hear left an indelible mark … Read more