The Infinite Starr

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  • Waiting Room 7

    There is a waiting room that every person eventually finds. No one tells you where it is. No one hands you directions. One day life simply walks you through the door, takes a seat beside you, and says… “You’re going to be here awhile.” The room isn’t fancy. The chairs are comfortable enough to keep…

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  • Blankets We Refuse to Fold

    The first thing you noticed was the sound. Not birds. Not wind. Not laughter. It was the endless whisper of fabric scraping across ancient stone. Thousands of blankets. Dragging. Shifting. Catching on broken edges. The sound echoed so far into the distance it was impossible to tell where it began or where it ended. It…

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  • Chairman of the Fan Club

    I don’t normally wake up on an average Tuesday looking for trouble. Tuesday is usually reserved for coffee, ambition, and pretending emails don’t exist for another five minutes. But every once in a while… Pettluyah clocks in for her shift. She doesn’t work often. Only when absolutely necessary. Today she adjusted her sunglasses, smiled at…

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  • Confessions of a Writer

    The heat had already settled over Texas before noon. Not the kind of heat that asked permission. The kind that wrapped itself around your shoulders, settled into your skin, and reminded you that July had arrived exactly when it intended to. Fresh-cut grass drifted lazily through the afternoon air, mixing with the scent of warm…

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  • The Woman Who Became a Cemetery

    Some people say the world has become kinder. I don’t know where they’re shopping. Because every time I walk through a grocery store, stand in line at a coffee shop, or watch someone scream at a waitress because the ranch dressing came out after the fries, I find myself wondering… When did people become so…

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  • The Strange Silence After the Storm

    It took a long time to get where I was going. Not the kind of long time people celebrate with a social media post and a handful of emojis. The kind of long time measured in endurance. Measured in getting up when every cell in your body voted against it. Measured in swallowing your pride…

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  • The Ones

    Every morning you need to wake yourself up before the alarm clock does. Not your body. Not your schedule. Not your responsibilities. You. The version of you that forgets. The version that gets tired. The version that wakes up sore, frustrated, discouraged, and wondering if all this effort is actually going anywhere. That version needs…

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  • The Price of Closed Doors

    Everything has a cost. We like to pretend it doesn’t. We count the obvious expenses. We know what a house costs. We know what a car costs. We know what a bad decision costs. We know what a divorce costs, what a lawsuit costs, what a medical bill costs. The hidden costs are the ones…

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  • The Bouncer at the Gates of Peace

    There comes a point in life where peace stops being soft. People think peace is candles, quiet music, healing quotes slapped on sunsets and pretending everything deserves grace. No. Real peace has scars on her knuckles and a guest list shorter than your patience. Real peace learned the hard way that if you let chaos…

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  • The Warden Still Thinks She Has the Keys

    Some people never realize the conversation ended three versions of you ago. They keep typing.Double text.Triple text.Paragraph after paragraph like they are still standing in a courtroom where somebody asked for their defense. Nobody asked. Nobody cares. The audience left halfway through Act One, but they are still center stage sweating under a spotlight nobody…

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