Fiction Friday

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The couple faced each other in the living room. He stood, eyes wet, watching her while tears fell freely from her face. Her green eyes were swollen from crying.

The pain in his chest intensified as he pulled her into a hug. He could smell her shampoo as he held her close. Her body shook with every sob, and he gripped her tighter. She could hear the whispers but didn’t understand anything he said.

As she cried, he kissed her head and gazed at the walls. Three white picture frames spotted the knotty pine walls. In one frame, they held hands while walking along the Caribbean shores. …

Procrastination is not your friend

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In my last years in China, I adopted a cat. She’s a small, chubby kitty with eyes larger than her face. My fiance’s kids often call her an owl. Her ears folded in, and her gray and orange fur made her look fluffy. She’s the most vocal cat I ever had. Her personality is unique.

Zoey, the cat, had a history. Her first owner was an American woman whose boyfriend bought her as a gift. When she went back to the States, she couldn’t take Zoey with her, so her roommate adopted her. …

Good riddance

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I’ll never forget when I found out you won the election. That day, I waited in line to get through customs in Beijing. As I sat through security, someone in the line said, “Shit! Trump’s president!”

Most of the people in line were American. The mood in the line went from meh, to angry. Not one person felt happy about the result. Every person was upset and angry. We talked so angrily, security walked to us and asked if we were okay. Then he apologized when he realized what got us upset.

One man expressed concern for his daughter. Others felt scared because of their race. I shook my head in disbelief. My stomach hurt all the way to my apartment. …

It’s the best batch I ever tried.

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The colder seasons are some of the best seasons. Anyone can get creative with various soups and stews. Being from the Midwest, stews, and casseroles are staple meals in the cold weather.

One of my favorite meals in the winter is the beef stew. I’ll look for any opportunity I can to make the stuff.

Lately, my dad showed me a new way to make stew. The ingredients are still the same, but the way he makes it is different from what I’m used to doing. I’m used to throwing everything in a slow-cooker and waiting for a few hours. …

Day 4 of No Social Media On My Phone

I’m getting more aware of the times I catch myself trying to find apps to scroll through on my phone. When I catch myself doing so, I put my phone on a nearby table and try to busy myself with something. I don’t care if it’s cooking, cleaning, or getting a Diet Coke out of the fridge. I need something in my hands.

What’s harder to catch is when I’m holding my phone. Sometimes, I’ll look down, and my phone’s in my hands. I’m not trying to scroll in those moments. …

Day one of no social media on my phone. Until today, I didn’t realize how addicted I was to my phone. The moment, I found myself with nothing to do or think about, I whipped out my phone. Then I remembered I don’t have social media on my phone anymore.

I started thinking about more article ideas and wrote as much as when I first started writing, before the pandemic. I had an easier time keeping myself busy.

I had the occasional weak moment where I wanted to download Facebook on my phone again for the memes, but I stopped. I’m not going to lie, I miss the memes. …

If you can keep your hands busy, you’re on the right tracks

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My nails and I have a love/hate relationship. As a kid, I bit them so much they’d hurt. I’d make sure my nails stayed super short as an adult, so there is no chance of biting them again. Yes, I’m well aware of how gross my habit is. I know I’m more likely to catch colds and the flu because of it. It’s why I get so embarrassed when I open up about biting my nails as a thirty-something adult.

When I lived in China, I felt like it got harder to hide my nail-biting habit. I’m a spacey person, so I often got lost in my head. Sometimes, I’d start chewing on my nails as I zoned out. …


Keara Lou

Forever Middle Child. If you can’t see me, I’m either lost in a book or wandering my world.

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