Category Archives: The Red Dress Club

Too Slow

His face was etched with malice. She cringed. Why was he always so angry? He approached slowly, intently. She backed away with equal intent. Too slow. He lunged. ____________________ This post was written in reponse to a prompt by Write … Continue reading

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Loud and Clear

I watch as the water runs in a compilation of rapid rivers from the kitchen faucet. My wrist reveals what I’d already known from the thousand times I had checked it before: not too hot; not too cold. The tiny … Continue reading

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The Last Breath

One final breath. Muscles tighten, then release; an earthly presence gone. Another’s breath taken and released: tiny and new. Strong. Alive. ____________________ One final breath. Muscle tightens, then releases; a mother gone. Another’s breath taken and released: tiny and new. … Continue reading

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Shell of a Girl

The movie was boring at best. My fourteen year old mind wasn’t too keen on the whole concept of “Death Wish,” regardless of which part it happened to be. I snuggled into the blanket, trying to immerse myself in the … Continue reading

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Protected: The Unsent Letter

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A Second Chance

This is a brief continuation to a piece I wrote last month. If you missed the first part of Haley’s story, it can be found here. ____________________ Haley’s eyes felt heavy, weighted. The air around her was musty and thick … Continue reading

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Still Empty

I paused in front of the mirror, turning, inspecting the fabric and its uncomfortably close relationship with my skin. Every curve outlined. Every flaw accentuated. No matter my apparent need for them, I had grown weary long ago of compliments. … Continue reading

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