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Found in a drawer in the kitchen.
01/12/2025

Found in a drawer in the kitchen.

From Lydia's Recipe Book
01/12/2025

From Lydia's Recipe Book

THE KITCHENThe kitchen is in a state of disrepair and neglect, with dishes left unwashed and debris scattered across the...
01/12/2025

THE KITCHEN

The kitchen is in a state of disrepair and neglect, with dishes left unwashed and debris scattered across the counters and floors. Trash spills from the oven and moldy food fills the fridge. Among the clutter is another one of Lydia's journals and a recipe book with a few unusual entries. Papers shoved in junk drawers shed light on some of the family's struggles.

From Lydia's Journals:Welcome to the world Amelia Monroe.The pulse of sleep is sucking at my eyes. I'm nursing it like a...
01/12/2025

From Lydia's Journals:

Welcome to the world Amelia Monroe.

The pulse of sleep is sucking at my eyes. I'm nursing it like a baby while it sucks me dry. I'm staying up and like a mother, there is never respite. I'm resisting the trip while I'm falling in love.

Because you choose which one you want to rule you the best: a man or the never-ending desire for success. I know which one is in my bed tonight.

Our bodies will never be close enough if they tried, which they will. You either keep a close eye or a closed eye on it. I watch myself while I ride the emotional dick. Cause you choose which one you want to f**k you in place. He's gripping my hair like I'm made of sheets. His love feels like a threat.

I can be your mother. I can be a dream. I can make it look like it never happened, leave it clean.

I could be your friend or I could be on my back. I could be the family that you always wished that you had.

I could be a kiss. I could be a hit. Let me know if you ever figure out the difference.

I could be something to fix in your New Year's resolution goals. Make a plan to save me, you can choose if you want it work.

I could be anything, anything, anything.

(Photo made with Midjourney AI; lyrics by Sofia Isella)

From Lydia's Journals:Marriage: 6/6Honeymoon 6/9I hold soft flames on my tongue and chew on them like chewing gum. They ...
01/12/2025

From Lydia's Journals:

Marriage: 6/6
Honeymoon 6/9

I hold soft flames on my tongue and chew on them like chewing gum. They burn the roof of my mouth but I won't spit it aloud right now. There's an inferno in your mouth, I can tell by the way you smile like it burns. You press your lips together like your kissing yourself to stop me from learning.

Your teeth wanna tattle and confess to me. Your molars are complaining and I can hear them weep. Sucking on fire while you're a liar who says they feel nothing. Your hand is watching mine like an LA Hawk. My hand is well aware that it's being stalked. Won't see a smile while I'm chewing on the flame, cause I've never been one to ruin the game.

He's a keeper. He's a believer. He's on the ground on his knees in a theater. "I could never keep her. I could never leave her." That's what he says to the neighborhood preacher. But he put us in a car, I don't know where we are, but I fell in love with the fever.

I watch us burn and fall. The heat is ten feet tall. The potential is bench-pressing us into the wall. And the flicker flames weave in through my teeth. If the hot gum were to slip out, where would we be?

Your teeth are on fire. Do you notice? No. Your mouth is burning. Do you notice? No. Your hair burns. My hair burns. Your skin burns. My skin burns. Do you feel anything? No.

If I tell you what I'm thinking, promise you won't tell yourself. If you tell me what you're thinking, I swear I won't tell myself.

He didn't listen to the preacher.

(Photo made with Midjourney AI; lyrics by Sofia Isella)

From Lydia's Journals:This is me praying that this was the very first page, not where the storyline ends. My thoughts wi...
01/12/2025

From Lydia's Journals:

This is me praying that this was the very first page, not where the storyline ends. My thoughts will echo your name until I see you again.

Please don't be in love with someone else. Please don't have somebody waiting on you.

(Photo made with Midjourney AI; lyrics by Taylor Swift)

From Lydia's Journals:Tonight I met the man of my dreams.There I was again tonight, forcing laughter, faking smiles. Sam...
01/12/2025

From Lydia's Journals:

Tonight I met the man of my dreams.

There I was again tonight, forcing laughter, faking smiles. Same old tired, lonely place. Walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy vanished when I saw your face.

Your eyes whispered, "Have we met?" Across the room, your silhouette starts to make it's way to me. The playful conversation starts, counter all your quick remarks like passing notes in secrecy. And it was enchanting to meet you.

All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you.

(Lyrics by Taylor Swift; photo made with MidJourney AI)

As I delve into Lydia's journals, I note the entries are disjointed. They span several years, beginning with Lydia's cou...
01/12/2025

As I delve into Lydia's journals, I note the entries are disjointed. They span several years, beginning with Lydia's courtship with Dawson.

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The fireplace sits empty and darkened, with strange symbols and markings etched into the hearthstone while eggshells and...
01/12/2025

The fireplace sits empty and darkened, with strange symbols and markings etched into the hearthstone while eggshells and birch logs litter the bottom. In one corner of the room stands a cabinet, full of trinkets and books. Among them are several old journals filled with Lydia's cramped handwriting.

Hanging on one wall is a portrait of a stern-looking family, their eyes seemingly following visitors as they move throug...
01/12/2025

Hanging on one wall is a portrait of a stern-looking family, their eyes seemingly following visitors as they move through the room. Pictured are the Monroes: Lydia, Dawson, and their daughter Amelia.

(Photo made with Canva AI)

LIVING ROOMThe living room is set for what appears to be a Halloween party. Despite the decorations, it is clear the roo...
01/12/2025

LIVING ROOM

The living room is set for what appears to be a Halloween party. Despite the decorations, it is clear the room hasn't been used or maintained in some time. In the absence of living occupants, the Halloween festivities have taken on a darker quality.

Tucked beneath the faded cushion of the porch swing, there's an old letter addressed to someone named "Eleanor".Various ...
01/12/2025

Tucked beneath the faded cushion of the porch swing, there's an old letter addressed to someone named "Eleanor".

Various poetry quotes, in order of appearance.
Clementine von Radics. Venetta Octavia. Author unknown.

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