Chapter 30 - The Making of a Ghost
You can't pour from an empty cup.
The saying came to mind as Cara washed dishes. She remembered the ignored emails, canceled plans, vague excuses, messages left on read… all the receipts of wasted effort toward her various “friendships”.
Residual heat crept through the kitchen towel as she dried her favorite mug. Cara held it tightly as a tear slid down her cheek. Her sadness ebbed as the mug grew cold. She placed it in the back of the cupboard, no longer easily accessible.
With silent resolution, Cara closed the cabinet.
No more pouring into those that leave me empty.
Final Chapter
With promises to be the best person she could be with all the chaos she endured, life for her only slowed down to make sense. Now she has to re- organize and re- prioritize her life to be all that she promised herself that it would be. Clear the cobwebs from the past and add some shine to her future.
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Then one day
you wake up smothered in accumulation
you never needed
will go untouched
growing dusty
and you realize
that you too are dusty with age
unused undesirable
and no one will care
except those hired to remove the waste
the trunk loads
stench regrets remains refuse junk
so much promise
unfilled
shiny treasured twinkling trinkets
collections meant to grow in value
sacred writings for the ages masses
taut thighs hairy balls turned grey
clasping grasping wet hot moments
dim buried dying
now dust covered with dust
offered up cluttering the curb
cardboard sign with felt tip letters
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Easy as one,two,three.
Chapter 29
Same old,same old.
Different words.
Chapter 30
Wait,what happened to 1 to 28?
I guess i drew a blank.
You're so blunt your pointless!
Exactly! Did you pen those words?Or are they words from your pen?
No i didn't write those words.
This is a novel for those who like to read the ending.
No literally it's a novel for those who read the ending first.
But there's no beginning to the ending!
How are you're readers gonna be captured and enthralled to read the beginning to the end!?
Good question!
I plan to put out a second novel with a beginning and no ending.
How can there be no ending?
Every novel ends with a word!
Like what, THE END?!
Even Kingdoms Adapt
Morning came, blood and cardboard. Frank woke with seizure memory still trembling in his muscles. Martha sat cross-legged on her milk crate throne, wrapped in blue tarp, clear-eyed today.
The court gathered—Duke, Wizard, Princess Ruby with purple yarn braided into her hair. A man with a clipboard approached, offering programs, vouchers, medicine. Martha granted audience.
The kingdom had survived on wariness, but winter approached. Frank's seizures worsened. Ruby's cough lingered. Even kingdoms must adapt.
The man left his card. Martha tucked a bent dandelion behind her ear. Queen in her crown.
Court is in session.
She walked home her steps light and mindful of any puddles.
Her mind was clear. Tomorrow it might not be.
But she knew that was okay, so she walked home and hugged her husband and kids.
She counted her blessings and praised the Lord, her God.
She knew these feelings wouldn't last.
Emotions were fickle, even when unforgettable.
She needed to remember them.
So... she wrote a story.