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Julia Blues
Julia Blues
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Writer and Photographer, documenting the human experience and the world we live in one story at a time. Going where the story leads.

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  • 100 Days of Stories – Day 31: THE BRIDGE

    He stands on the banks of the river, his eyes fixated on the bridge ahead—the bridge he almost jumped from nights before. It was the same bridge his father leaped to his death from twenty years prior. Life had them both by the necks and refused to let go. Darrell was lucky. A passerby saw…

  • 100 Days of Stories – Day 30: FOREVER STARTS HERE

    Everything is set. I take my time scrutinizing every single detail, from the seating assignments to the spaces between the table arrangements. Our wedding cake is perfectly centered on its own table with the words ‘Forever Starts Here’ etched on a wooden plaque hanging in front of it. The day Griffin and I met, love…

  • 100 Days of Stories – Day 29: RESCUE ME

    Broken, that’s what I am. Unable to locate the scattered pieces of me. Broken by words spoken over and to me. Shattered by hands that battered and bruised me. Fallen like leaves from trees when their season is complete. Oh, death, please come rescue me. This pain is unbearable; I cannot separate me from me.…

  • 100 Days of Stories – Day 28: THE HAND OF TIME

    A delicate hand slips in mine. I turn to see a woman who has a million stories to tell, if only she could remember them. We walk in circles as she whispers incoherently. She’s physically present, but mentally she’s somewhere not even she can recognize. A nurse moves behind her and pulls at her shoulders.…

  • 100 Days of Stories – Day 27: CROSSED

    “We can’t leave the body here.” “We weren’t supposed to have a body in the first place.” He griped. “Now what we gonna do?” “I know a place.” He tucked the gun back in its holster and hoisted the dead man by his shoulders. “Grab his legs.” The apprehensive officer complied. They carted the body…

  • 100 Days of Stories – Day 26: UNINVITED

    I have two choices: keep straight for the base or get into the right lane and drive far away. If I choose the latter, I will be AWOL—absent without leave. Honestly, I couldn’t care less. Hours ago, a superior came to my dorm room uninvited and unannounced. I saw him through the peephole. He knocked…

  • 100 Days of Stories – Day 25: A NEW HEART

    Thirty days after relocating, Tess made it into the local DMV to obtain her new state’s driver’s license. “Would you like to be an organ donor?” the clerk asked. Tess didn’t like to think about such questions, let alone death. It brought up memories of the day her family changed. On a trip home from…

  • 100 Days of Stories – Day 24: GREENER

    Once a week, I cut the grass. Other days, I care for it in other ways by fertilizing it, giving it ample water, removing weeds. I give my lawn love. Not everyone in my neighborhood does the same. Unfortunately, my next-door neighbor is one of them. He’s heard the compliments doled out by passersby. He’s…