Insanity’s Victim
D.M. Needom D.M. Needom

Insanity’s Victim

A man who once had everything was now sitting in his castle with nothing. It wasn’t a real castle; it was just a home, a McMansion some would say, but it was his. Well, not actually, he only owned half the bank, owned the rest.

He poured himself another glass of Jack Daniels and thought of all that he had. A beautiful wife of twenty-plus years, she had been gone for two months. His son, the boy he was so proud of, was starting

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Haunted Thoughts
D.M. Needom D.M. Needom

Haunted Thoughts

Even though you are long gone, there is always a moment when I find you sneaking back in. I fight to push your words from my mind. Some were true, but others were lies. Lies that wouldn’t be discovered until long after you died.

The innocence you gave. The innocence you took and felt no blame. Who were you to say the things you did? Who were you to treat even yourself or me that way? You struggled so much in life, I just hope death is much more comfortable?

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The Tomb
D.M. Needom D.M. Needom

The Tomb

The letter about the rent increase for my storage unit prompted me to do something that so many had told me to do before, clean it out. My father had said, as well as many others that if it had been there for all those years, I didn’t need it. I made excuses and kept paying the monthly charge; after all, there was furniture there and things, my things, things from my stepdaughters, ex-husband, and my mother. The last time I’d been there before now was two years ago. With me longing to leave Chicago and move to LA it was time to get rid of the excess baggage.

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Death Came To Visit
D.M. Needom D.M. Needom

Death Came To Visit

Death came to visit my home when I was a junior in high school, yet I didn’t wish to let it in. My mother got up one Saturday morning shortly after Valentine’s Day in 1984. For me that morning was like most others. I got up and was eating breakfast and watched television with my younger step-brother. The peace of the morning didn’t last long as my mother and step-father started screaming at each other. She was mad because he had sent his ex-wife a dozen long stem roses for the holiday. My mother got nothing.

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