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My darkest day is night; the truth in things can hide. Searching for the light just within my reach, still too far to grasp. I scream but I can't speak. I fear the breath I breathe. I can feel the air is thick. Humid to the touch, "Isolated" I'm running through a labyrinth a field of endless maze. Searching for escape. Tortured by a pain, poisoned by my mind.

The Hands of Time Chapter 3 Rikkilynn “Nikki” Valerie’s voice sounded surprised, she removed herself from the desk. Alex’s’ arms released her from his grip as soon as he heard Nikki’s voice. She pulled her gray skirt down and buttoned her baby blue satin blouse. He Tightened his black leather belt to his black suit. His chest was still bare and he grabbed it from the floor. There was a nervous silence that filled the room. She stared at them angrily. She was going to stand up for herself for ...

I load the groceries onto the conveyer belt noticing that my wedding ring caught the reflection of the light making miniature rainbows appear. I fidget with it. As I grab the latest fashion magazine. I browse through it while I wait for the person in front of me to finish up. I managed to skim thru half the magazine before my items are done being scanned I put back the magazine another catches my eye “101 Things to do in bed that he’ll love”. I swallow then pick it then throw it on the convey...

Whitney’s Diary: I got up early at six am the same time I get up every morning except on Sundays when I’ll sleep in until 7:30 a.m. I made Alex his coffee and breakfast 3 egg whites 1 slice of whole-wheat toast. To say my life in predictable would be an understatement. He wakes and sits down at the table, the same spot as normal folding his paper to the finance section. He mumbles to himself about the stocks then closes it taking a sip from his plain black coffee he glances at his watch, puts...

Veronica Vaughn-Theros sat in a dark candlelit room waiting nervously on the confines of her living room sofa. Not a noise entered her thoughts. Her children were spending the night with their godparents. Her dinner sat on the table untouched. The candles had run over her white linen tablecloth, ice that was chilling the champagne in a large silver bucket had melted and yet she couldn’t move from the couch. She clutched the fluffy couch pillow and cried into it. Tonight had been their six-yea...