Maili Paul
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I'm autistic. I'm differently abled. I'm a mom of 4 boys and 1 girl. I'm work from home. I'm happily married. I like blue and yellow, particularly together.
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Burn the world
She screamed. The scene was unfolding, just like every nightmare and she was powerless. Digging her toes into the ground she lunged forward against the hands wrapped around her arms. They broke, or maybe they let go because they knew she was too late. Too late to save him. He broke the clearing and she screamed again. Running as fast as fairy wings could carry her. Jared locked eyes with her and he could see her pleading, “please god no.” But he was steel resolve, all cold, all calculating. They collided as thunder cracked, his arms wrapping around her. Hot lead seared into her side, into her shoulder, crack, crack, crack again. The bullets burnt lines through the air. Her body collapsed. She could feel warm blood spreading down her back. He growled, defiantly gently laying her to the side. He reached his will out toward the thunder and ripped metal and tore flesh. The smell of blood filled him as he reached to the left side. Bullets thundered from the surrounding troops, she watched them hit, hit, hit, hit, 4 maybe 5. He went down on one knee but his will remained unbroken. Soldiers screamed as their weaponry broke, and shrapnel tore flesh and shattered bone. But there were too many. Already the ranks reformed in front of them, the wounded and dying stepped on by the second group. They leveled off weaponry and fired. Jared ripped the right column of men apart, but his body jerked. Even his advanced healing rate could only cover so much damage. Blood was soaking through his shirt.
By Maili Paul6 days ago in Chapters
I didn't speak at your funeral
To the mom who wasn’t mine but loved me all the same. I didn’t get up and speak at your funeral because it wasn’t my space. They invited anyone to talk to you-but you know I’m not just anyone and that I HATE funerals. For me, it’s so much easier to just write down what I would have said, because writing can only be taken at the word- and governed by the punctuation used to emphasis it. In speaking, 60-93% of the communication is nonverbal, and my nonverbal side doesn’t communicate well. I didn’t speak cause funerals are for closure, and I am hardly ready to close our relationship. I didn’t speak because I didn’t show up for you and I know you’re ok with that. I hate funerals- and I know you called it a celebration of life, but to me it’s just rebranding.
By Maili Paul7 months ago in Families
Heavenly Perspective
I was asked to speak on preparing for the second coming. I feel like this topic is so complicated that could be an entire course- spanning several months… Or summed up in a 3 second talk, simply keep your covenants. Because of that, this is the third talk I’ve written in the past 9 days.
By Maili Paul8 months ago in Journal
Dear Mediocrity
Dear Mediocrity I have included within the cc of this letter your friends; pettiness, selfishness, judgement, and comfort. I tender this letter of resignation, without the societal norm of 2 weeks’ notice. As it is the societal norms that I am leaving behind. Surely, given my erratic behavior, continually bad reviews, and my inability to learn the line production it comes as no surprise. If only you would undermine your own success by firing those who do not fit, instead of grinding them under the wheel of averages.
By Maili Paul8 months ago in Journal
Weighted Choices
She sat on the edge of the dock. The lights across the city flickered in different areas from the rolling power surges. Fires danced sporadically in the streets. But here, at the dock, you couldn’t see that chaos. She looked up at the low laying clouds and it was just a gorgeous shifting light display rippling on the bottom of the ever-constant stratus clouds. The Washington coast was forever covered in clouds. She thought about the last thing Meimei had said before the radio communications fell. If she could get “to the middle of nowhere” they would meet up, and “bring a fanny pack”. Melody’s infectious laugh crackled out over the sound. She loved her little sister and really hoped someone would make it there. She had waited to long out here, trying to help these people.
By Maili Paul10 months ago in Chapters
Cursed
“Being worn down by the boots of societies mediocrity doesn’t mean you’re evil.” She nudged his shoulder with hers. Fluttering her wings a little to warm the air. She knew he loved the heat, but he stayed in this fridged land, paying penance. She longed to tell him, throw her wings out and fly him away from here. He relaxed and allowed himself to indulge the warm wind.
By Maili Paul12 months ago in Chapters
Kevin's Death
Static crackled over Kevins com shaking him out of his trance. For all the advancements they had seen with the boom underwater communication still sounded terrible. “Just passing the edge of the rift,” Stephs tinny robotic voice crackled back into silence.
By Maili Paulabout a year ago in Chapters
