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Ever since she watched her husband take his last breath on the hospital bed, she felt hopeless and lost about the rest of her future. Where will she go now? Who will go with her? What’s the point of being alive when he’s dead?
But deep down inside, she knew that her feelings are not what he would’ve wanted. But how can the fact of his nonexistence be avoided? Oh denial…
She placed his urn in the hollow grave that summer day. She buried him with her hands. Once she felt the serenity of the breeze that blew through the strands of her hair, she knew that he would always be with her. She felt the rush of his hands on her cheeks and imagined that he placed a soft kiss on her forehead.
She was finally at peace, just like her husband was. Suddenly, there was no longer a suffer or grief.Posted By MollyJ On 01.03.2013 @ 3:07 pm
Females are getting worse
as this generation stretches out.
I am one myself, however, I’m not liked as often because I don’t do the typical cake makeup, winter tanning, and sleeping-with-boys-and-alcohol frenzy.
(I’m probably going to get a lot of shit for this post, but I will try not to care).Posted By MollyJ On 01.01.2013 @ 10:03 am
I think today is the very first time I had nothing for sure to say about what I was doing with my life. I think inside I have an idea what to do, but I never had to pause during a conversation to think about what to say.
It seems like they all know what they want to do. But I’m never really sure of that, either.Posted By MollyJ On 12.30.2012 @ 3:32 pm
It sparks. It gleams. It sounds like it’s cackling at us.
On Christmas Eve, it will be you and I, sitting by the fire and snuggling. Snow will be falling, hot chocolate will be in our cup holders and my legs will be on your lap. Our Christmas will be magical — who needs a mistletoe?Posted By MollyJ On 12.26.2012 @ 11:06 am
One of the hardest things about being a single college girl is that you fall in love too fast, especially since you’ve been single for a couple of years. You find a boy who is actually attractive and sweet in your eyes and you hope something will actually happen in the future. However, nothing will actually happen when he tells you he just broke up with his girlfriend of 1 year. Nothing will actually happen when you sleep with him two days after meeting him and nothing will actually happen when he tells you that he likes to cuddle with boys, too.
I guess what I’m trying to say is what is actual is actual, rather than you actually want to think. ;)Posted By MollyJ On 12.23.2012 @ 4:18 pm
Like any other typical college student, my brain is scattered.
Scattered from the pressure, pain and anxiety that society and work handed to me. Perhaps it was my fault for letting it all affect me so much because I have so much to pick up;
my brain is scattered. i left a lot of things behind from it. it’s time to heal and find something new.Posted By MollyJ On 12.21.2012 @ 11:27 pm
I like that I’m the only employee working at the Planetarium.
They only need one person, and I can just sit here, write and get paid (minimum wage, anyway).
Right now, the museum is serene and peaceful. It usually isn’t because of the large field trips that we have!Posted By MollyJ On 11.15.2012 @ 11:54 am
An unorganized boss with an editorial job just does not combine well together.
I feel so lost with life and so behind in work. Why can’t in be easy to go away and do my own thing instead of listening to a biased boss with a lack of leadership.
What a waste of words and 60 seconds, I feel. Just thought I would get the “word” out there.Posted By MollyJ On 10.02.2012 @ 9:49 pm
I am beginning to realize that communication, leadership, teamwork and passion are important elements of a career. If you are in your mid 20s and lack these qualities or are working at a place that is lacking them, you need to make like a tree and get the f**k out of there.Posted By MollyJ On 09.20.2012 @ 12:10 pm
During the last week, I have covered eight stories.
Yup, you read that right: EIGHT.
I am not sure if I am working as a general reporter or an editor (I was hired to take the position as a news editor, but I don’t really feel like I am).
So guess what I’m doing now? Brainstorming some story ideas to cover for next week’s issue.
(Yes, we are weekly).
Read me! http://www.nevadasagebrush.com :)Posted By MollyJ On 09.02.2012 @ 8:25 pm
I don’t feel like I’m back in the zone. I won’t be for a while, especially my poor father, who is very dear to my heart…
I cry every night and worry about his heart, wondering if he’ll make it through the night. I hope and pray that the nurses will keep a good eye on him.
My father is receiving the best care that he needs, but I know he misses his comfort zone; his home, where my mother and brother await for him.
I’m so lucky to have him in the hospital in my city. My zone of loneliness disappears when I’m around him.Posted By MollyJ On 08.16.2012 @ 12:31 am
Text messaging has become so boring to me.
I seldom to reply to people anymore, and then everybody thinks that I hate them (this is certainly not true…for the most part, anyway).
I love meeting people in person, or hearing their voice from over the phone. I feel that there is so much more to say and discover about a person, rather than typing a frickin’ novel on a tiny little screen.Posted By MollyJ On 08.10.2012 @ 4:54 pm
I got a new camera for my birthday. It’s a high definition Cannon. And it’s pink! I can take good photos of landscape, friends, and places… but I feel that the camera hates my face, especially when I have the flash on. (So, take the flash off). I feel useless for having a camera…sadly, it’s for one of those reasons.Posted By MollyJ On 08.02.2012 @ 5:24 pm
I feel so trapped here in this city. The mountains and hills are like the bars; it takes a lot of work and money–like bailout money–to just get over them to reach sunny side California or the adventurous east and south side.
I yearn for freedom, something beyond this basin. I feel like that’s all there’s left in this world, and I’m standing in it.Posted By MollyJ On 08.01.2012 @ 5:39 pm
I unwrapped a piece of Big Red and swirled it around my tongue as if it were to be a piece of candy. I didn’t care about blowing bubbles; it was the sugar that had me addicted. And with Big Red gum, everybody talked about licking the wrapper and putting it on their forehead; it was cool back then because it gave you that burning sensation from the cinnamon, and it notified everyone that you were a Big Red lover.Posted By MollyJ On 07.25.2012 @ 4:27 pm
People really blow my fuses. I don’t choose to get into this discussion, but it’s the best way to let those fuses burn out and die. I can’t wait until the semester starts because I be focused on much better things. Work, editorial position, and more crazy core classes.Posted By MollyJ On 07.24.2012 @ 8:32 am
I gazed at the chocolate fudge cupcake, topped with rainbow icing.
It was amazingly colorful; blue, white, and green blended all in with a tint of red.
I took a small lick, just to tease myself a little.
Eventually, I stuffed the entire thing in my mouth. I couldn’t chew it up since it was dominating my teeth and tongue, and the people around me continued to gawk.Posted By MollyJ On 07.23.2012 @ 8:24 am
I think I can follow the instructions of a position of an editor.
I’m incredibly nervous, and the first couple of papers will be hard, but I really think I can do this. My gut gives me that good feeling, like I just ate a delicious meal of homemade mac n cheese.
That’s what’s on my mind right now. Not the mac n cheese, but my new position. Which is great (or better) than mac n cheese itself.Posted By MollyJ On 07.22.2012 @ 10:50 am
I put a body on a stretcher once, when I worked for the funeral home.
It was a pretty sad event. I had to wheel a woman’s 47 year old husband in the van; he died of a heart attack. He was born with heart issues.
But the most appropriate term for a “stretcher” would be a gurney, though…Posted By MollyJ On 07.18.2012 @ 11:38 am
I always carry around bandages in my purse. Knowing me with my constant anxiety nail and skin tearing that I do to my fingers, it sure does come in handy.
Especially when I buy new shoes; I always carry an extra pair of flats and of course more bandages because my feet take a while to break into the new groove.Posted By MollyJ On 07.12.2012 @ 10:08 pm
My personal adviser would have to be my mother. She is my ruler, my teacher, and counselor, and my best friend.
I am appreciative for what she does for me; she listens to my whines about boys I want to date and girls I can’t stand. She helps me come up with ideas or sometimes on my college homework. She is always there when I need her.
No matter how much stress I put her through, I hope that she knows that I love her; and I hope that I’m her personal healer, too.Posted By MollyJ On 07.11.2012 @ 10:38 pm
I suggest that I should go to bed. Like, now.
I have work in the morning.
My eyes are puffy from allergies.
I will admit, I am a bit brain dead to write today’s one word.
So I suggest that I should just sleep on it. But I couldn’t resist getting my daily dosage of writing out, no matter what it’s about.Posted By MollyJ On 07.10.2012 @ 11:58 pm
When I turned on the turbine of my 2010 Dodge Challenger, it was the most amazing feeling ever.
I have a car. A fast car.
I took it around the block. I wish people were around to see me in this.
I then decided to take it down the roadkill, about 2 miles away. I wanted to see how fast this baby could really go.Posted By MollyJ On 07.09.2012 @ 11:42 am
I glanced at the mocha that the funeral director served me. She made the cream shape itself into a heart.
“So, which one will it be for you?” she asked. “Chestnut or steel?”
A steel casket. Definitely steel.
Although I have completed to plan out my entire funeral, I feel as if it’s not fully completed.
I need more to do while I’m alive then just sit here and look at flowers and boxes for me. I need a set of goals to do, and list of things to complete before I expire. Something like a bucket list, perhaps.Posted By MollyJ On 07.08.2012 @ 7:19 pm
He glanced at the hot mocha; the cream made a heart shape. It was still sitting there hot.
“So, which one do you like best?” she asked. “The chestnut or steel?”
Steel. Definitely steel.
Now that I have set up my last part of my funeral, I feel though not everything is complete just yet.
What may complete it is a list of things to do; maybe like goals. Maybe a bucket list.Posted By MollyJ On 07.08.2012 @ 7:16 pm