soul-beauty
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I sat at my kitchen table, sipping a hot mug of coffee as I clutched onto a newspaper in one hand, red pen in the other. I desperately circled any and all jobs that related to my field in nursing. I had barely scraped by with last month's rent and I was sure that though my landlord, Mr. Greggs appreciated my home baked cookies, he'd expect a full month's rent by the end of the month. As though hearing me call for him, a loud tap interrupted my morning coffee. I walked slowly to the door, not bothering…-
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I slip on a new white dress. Jess is already wearing hers. It flows past her ankles and bunches around her wrist. She looks like an angel as the breeze from the sea whips around her. Her eyes are full of hope and wonder on what's beyond that thin line. I put my arms in the sleeves. My curly hair is down and my skin is smooth, glowing. My feet are bare and wiggling in the sand. My chest is heaving up and down. I close my eyes to calm my nerves. This really is the end then. "You ready?" Jess…-
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"You really don't have to move with me," "It's no problem! We're all packed up and ready to go now," my mom tells Tyler "There is nowhere to go but forward."Our Living room is empty. Our kitchen is bare. My room is stripped clean. There is no sign of me left here. Even Max is all packed up in the car getting ready for the airport ride. It's all surreal. For the first time since that eventful day, I really feel like I'm dead. Before, I could come in and see things I used to do. I would go into my room…
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To go to the afterlife a ghost must find a body of water. The body of water has to be large enough for you to see the place where the clear line of where the sky meets the earth. Ghosts love the ocean for this. Even I love the beach despite having aquaphobia. I think it's a dead thing. So, once you find that body of water you walk into it with the intentions of leaving. Jess told me that you will feel fuzzy as your body goes deeper into the ocean waves. With each step, you disappear more and more…
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It's easy to forget you're dead. It happened to me three times last month. Jessica forgets sometimes as well. She would go home to her kids and try to cook dinner only to find she can't touch any of the utensils or her children. She would just settle with playing with her kid's cat. I am so grateful that animals can see and touch us. If it wasn't for Max, I would think about moving on every day.I snuggle into a rusty smelling blanket I found in a garbage bin. I sleep near the couch in the living…
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My little brother is opening his college admissions tonight. I can't wait. I am glowing just thinking about how hard he worked in high school. If Yale doesn't accept him, I told him we will send them a rejection letter. I stop my brisk strides and take in the sunshine of San Diego. The sidewalk is busy with people rushing to get here and there, but not me. I take my time. After a few minutes, I open my eyes and head towards the flower shop. Even if he doesn't get into any of the schools he applied…
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"He's been stable," Doctor Germain doesn't look up from his chart as I walk in. His attention changes though when he sees Hank. "Hank," he smiles and pats him on the back. The golden boy. "Glad to see you're here." He leads us down the hall, showing us where father is. Resting on the bed, sleeping. "We've been doing daily rounds of antibiotics," Doctor Germain says, looking at Hank.Hank nods, "Thanks Doctor." Doctor Germain gives another reassuring pat on Hank's back before walking away. We…-
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He's different from what I pictured. But in a better way. In a way to where- you let your mind think of something good. As good as it gets, I think is the saying. Only for the thing before you to be better. Black hair and dark blue eyes. Why did I not think of that combination beforehand?It seemed to fit so much better than black hair and green eyes. "What are you doing Francis?" Francis. A strange name. A beautiful name. His name. He stares down at me. He's tall. Very tall.…
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