It's been eighteen years and a few days since the last baby was born to a woman named Helen Aster. At the time, she was unwed and poverty stricken with no one to help her with the stringent demands of motherhood. She would cry herself to sleep every night not knowing how she would support herself or her baby. One night in des... More..
All that is lost and all that is rememberedThe resentment and the pain and the blame gameAn inner thought that just I can understandSo ignored and so punished and so cast outRequiem for all of my childhoodThe search for needed love and the conquestStitching my wounds with bacteria stringsAn inner swelling that just I can feel... More..
As the last guest slowly sidestepped to the front door, Christine realized her spoken grief was finally falling on deaf ears. She didn't want the last person donned in the ceremonial black attire to leave her house because she knew it would be the first moment of the rest of her life; it would be a turning moment where she wo... More..
Lindsey Butters
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