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Tuesdays With Me And Glee — 1
Toddling instead of crawling my way to improvement
I’ve decided to start a fictional series called, “Tuesdays With Me And Glee,” as a way to motivate myself to write more fiction stories.
It is a nod to a book I love, “Tuesdays With Morrie”.
There’s a link at the bottom of this story to a story I wrote earlier today about this challenging journey.
Please, be kind.
I’m learning as I go…
…and I will go no where (anytime soon) without practice.
The days were long and monotonous, but morbidly satisfying.
The nights were finally starting to grow shorter again after winter had reached its peak, which meant her long days became even longer, filled with even more monotony.
Sareena wondered if she would feel more satisfied in morbid ways.
Her father didn’t let them play music when they worked.
He said that it disturbed the dead.
She sometimes wondered if he was referring to the cadavers or himself.
Soon, Sareena would be 12 years old, and she knew what that meant, even though no one had told her.
She knew.
When she was younger, she used to think of ways she could try to get out of it, but no matter what she schemed, she could think of nothing foolproof.
She was no fool, but she sure felt like one.
Something had to work, or she would end up dead, just like the rest of them.
At least, that’s what she thought.
As she got older, things began to change-
she changed.
This is the story that will give a little more insight into this story.
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