Tennessee Garbage
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Stories (19/0)
Unwanted Visitor
It happened. The thing I dreaded, or even feared the most. IT HAPPENED. And I acted exactly as I didn't want to. This past weekend was the annual family Polish Picnic. Gatherers have dwindled in size, but crowded still the same. There were probably more people that were there that I did not know or remember, than there was that I do. I truthfully only wanted to attend to see my brother Scott and his kids, my sister Jean with her kids. Mission accomplished.
By Tennessee Garbageabout 12 hours ago in Humans
Community Help
To make a tragically long journey short, I need help. I'm not one to ask for it, especially from friends or strangers, but at this point desperation is setting in. I just bought a house that was supposed to be a cosmetic fix, but as I dive deeper into this monstrosity, I'm learning that there is no such thing as cosmetic, and I'm officially depleted of funds, resources and energy.
By Tennessee Garbage13 days ago in Humans
What if the Don't Like Me?
To much time has passed to consider them blood, but not enough time has passed to consider them strangers. The younger version of me is so excited about this reunion, but the older me, this version of ourself is not that excited and all too much afraid. What if they don't like me?
By Tennessee Garbage13 days ago in Families
Mr. Corley
Part One Last period of the day, math with Mr. Dean. I sit in the third row, second seat from the far right. You sit three seats back and four to the left. You’ve been quite most of the term, and Mr. Dean hates that. He encourages people to speak up and be open like his life depends on it. He’s picked on you most of the time, asking you for answers or congratulating you on all you’re A’s. We’re not friends, hardly even acquaintances. Your friends with my friend and that’s it. I know your name is Izzy, but I hate that name. I like your real name. Isabel. Makes you sound delicate and sensitive, but your voice doesn’t match. That’s curious.
By Tennessee Garbageabout a month ago in Filthy
The Hag, The Crowd and Me
The nightmare: I am about four, trapped in a cave, underground with an overweight evil woman that sings opera. I’m not able to escape until I realize who it is. She has a face, and a name, and suddenly, she has no power or control over me. I’m free. I walk out of the cave looking disheveled, matted and weak, onlooking a crowd of strangers clapping, rejoicing that I’m okay. Two women approach me, both being familiar, one hugging me tightly repeating that we’re okay as if we were one. The other, holding her hands to her chest, crying, keeping her distance.
By Tennessee Garbageabout a month ago in Fiction
A Tree as a Friend
The work is just too good to be true. Could there be more to his masterpiece? Brilliantly disguised as a map? Perhaps a detailed legend of where victims are buried? There is meaning behind every art piece. What do you think Bob is hiding?
By Tennessee Garbage11 months ago in Critique
Dear Little Red Riding Hood
One upon a time, there was a little gal name Red. She wanted to see her ill Grannie, but her mother was much to busy to leave. Mama dressed little Red in a Crimson Red cloak and sent her off with a wicker basket full of warm, French bread and soup.
By Tennessee Garbage11 months ago in Chapters
The Stars & Shadows Series
I have a hyper-fixation on books and when I find a writer I enjoy, I’m completely locked in. Sometimes it’ll be so bad that days will go by before I’ll look up and realize I haven’t eaten anything. My hunger for books is greater, I guess.
By Tennessee Garbage11 months ago in BookClub
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