the stars will shine tonight
The House That Built MeI’m lying down in one of those sunshiny spots. This is the only place and time they start to appear, where the sun manages to peek through the blinds my mom insist on keeping down all the time. The light warms my skin, makes it feel alive, and the prickling feeling that has been gathering on my arms vanishes.The House That Built Me by jennaskook
Of course, I know it will appear again soon.
A soft knock on my door. My mom comes in.
“It’s that day again. Time to go.”
This is a routine for us. Each week, we buy chrysanthemums, drive to the cemetery, and set them down on my dad’s grave. My mom will have tears sliding down her face that she would never let me see, and we will both remember. She’ll mumble something that she purposely keeps me from hearing. Then we will take the old chrysanthemums and bury them in our garden. That’s all we have now. A graveyard of wilting flowers to make up for his presence.
Now we’ll go through the motions all over again.
But today, I bre
Hope“Sometimes I can’t write anything but endings,” she says.Hope by jennaskook
I look at her. Bony, deathly pale. Dull eyes of eroded emerald.
“What do you mean?” I ask her.
She digs around in her purse. I know she’s searching for a cigarette. “I mean, when I try to think of a story to write, I can only think of ideas for the ending.”
“Aren’t endings hard, to write, though?”
“Not if you don’t have a beginning to connect it to.” She pulls out a pack, triumphant. Then her smile fades. “I suppose you haven’t got a light?”
“You’ll catch your death from those cigarettes,” I reply.
“Doesn’t matter,” she says with a shrug. “Everyone’s gonna die eventually. What was that saying, again? ‘Nothing is certain except for death and taxes.’”
“I’ll say,” I grumble.
We sit on her maroon sofa. I sit on my side; Alyssa sits on hers. I lean b
The Sleeping Giant-Chapter 3 (Nathaniel)The sea crashed onto the shore and left a swirling, frothy foam in its wake. I sat in that foam now, clothes wet and feet buried in the damp sand. I stood, shivering slightly, as I watched the moon. No stars were shining tonight, but it was tranquil and deserted. This beach is isolated- I am one of only four people who know about this place.The Sleeping Giant-Chapter 3 (Nathaniel) by jennaskook
And I am the only one of those four who is still alive.
My mother and father had moved here when they got married. They were quiet, peaceful people- the kind of people whom no one ever seemed to notice. They were the same in so many ways-they spoke softly, and they had always taken the time to notice the little things. Maybe that came from them never being noticed themselves.
They lived long and had good lives, my parents.
But my daughter is a different story.
She was born under a full moon-I remember it so clearly-her wails pierced the silence of the night.
Pins and needles. Her screams were like pins and needles.
But to me and my wife, they were