ThePaperPirate

Before the Mast Chapter Five The morning following the autopsy, Rill woke her cabinmate by puking all over their bed. Nora, a frequent witness to such mortifying stomach issues, merely complained that the smell would take forever to leave their room. She was reaching for a bucket lodged in the corner, and had it within Rill’s shaking grasp by the time the young intern heaved a second time. Nora placed the back of her cool hand against Rill’s sweaty forehead. “Someone has a fever,” she said gently, removing her hand before Rill needed to shake her off. “I’m going to get you a cool cloth, okay?” She

Chapter Four: Good-bye Losing someone is a separation often greeted with resistance. It's understanding that everything that remains will simply be memory and the future is now blurred, rejecting former expectations and distilling the familiar. The negative connotations attached to that person leisurely slip away from concern, a morphed being replaced in its stead. Perfections sprout along these damaged memories, instigating a worse pain as we attempt to move on. So foolish; how difficult it is to abandon the past and venture forth. Meg had no words available for Barsad, though she indeed felt grateful for his kindness. They'd waited outside

It's a purge, just a kiss; there's a moment of hesitation but, oh god, how it never matters. Because when you lean over and the world buries at your feet and the emptiness consumes you, that cage tips. You can grip the handles in an attempt to hang on and dangle over the edge; but that fear, it won't last forever and soon there'll be a fall. It's a purge, but try to resist; there's no going back once you dip and everything eventually slides. Rattle, rattle, rattle. Every cage has a lock, but sometimes, you're the one with the key. Go ahead and toss it through the bars, because that latch can fall open and there's always r