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Submitted to Contest #92
TW: child abuse, mental health, domestic violence Her back was sticky with sweat. The sun today was scorching. The air was so humid; she thought she would melt. All she wanted was to get home before they came searching for her. The straps of her backpack dug into her skin, pulling her to a screeching halt. Her heart sank. “You in a hurry?” Merlin asked teasingly. “Leave me alone.” “And what if we don’t?” She shook her backpack off Merlin’s grip and started running. “Oh! Look, Miss Muddy Skin Color, is also a coward.” Merlin said rather loudl...
Submitted to Contest #75
“Listen, I’m sorry. Last night I was inebriated,” Said Joss to his injured wife. Though he did not look guilty as such, but his wife was inclined to forgive him. Marabi looked at him and fell in love again. His auburn hair and eyes reminded her of sunset and of their long romantic walks on the beach. Maybe, after all, it was a mistake. Maybe he’ll never repeat his mistake. Maybe he still loves her. But at least once in her life she wants to be sure, she wants to get rid of maybes. She walked over to him and threw her arms around him. H...
Submitted to Contest #74
‘New year is five days away. Who are you going to celebrate it with?’ ‘I don’t celebrate New year, at least not when the others do.’ ‘You have a complex personality. I’d love to get to know you more. How about a video call?’ ‘I’d prefer staying anonymous. ‘uninterested emoji’.’ Then I shut my laptop. Today I spent all my day working. My eyelids are struggling to open every time I blink. Every body part I move aches and I just can’t wait to hit the bed. I walk into my room and literally throw myself on the bed. The pillow cushioning my ...
Submitted to Contest #73
“I should have gone for an abortion”. These are the words my mom has been telling me since I was a child. When I was a child, observing mothers caressing their child and enveloping them in a blanket of love used to make me jealous. I used to cry for hours on end in my bedroom. Everybody said my mom was mentally unstable, but the medical reports state the opposite. My mom never spoke to me affectionately, let alone showing affection. I always wondered how motherly love felt like. One day my aunt visited me. “Hey honey, you’ve grown so f...
Submitted to Contest #72
There’s a knock at the door and as hardly anyone visits me, I know exactly who it is. “Hey Damian”, Mr. Sharks, the postman barked. “Hi Mr. Sharks”. Mr. Sharks never drops letters in the mailbox, he prefers handing the letter personally to its recipient. He is short, fat and kind. He lost his family in a car crash twenty-two years ago. Currently, he lives alone in a small house. “Here is your letter”. “Thanks. How are you doing, by the way?”. “I’m fine, thank you. Have lots of letters to deliver, I’ll catch up with you later”. “Sure, have a ...
Submitted to Contest #70
Snia walks past the two smirking faces. Their faces lit up by schadenfreude. “Poor woman”, “Her husband eloped with another woman”, “She is a single mother trying hard to stay afloat the ocean of poverty”, “She has proved to an incompetent wife, doubtlessly she is a terrible mother too”. These are the things her ears are sick of hearing. Her life is full of people who try to pry and make her feel worthless. That night, she examined herself in the mirror. She recalls her old self. She had a pretty face, a charming smile, a perfect figure and ...
Submitted to Contest #69
Gary Kemp once said ‘love is family, support, priority, and understanding’. After reading this I feel like a fish outside the pond. I am an Indian who belongs to a slightly conservative but conservative family nonetheless. I am a free-spirited girl, I want to enjoy life and want to live life on my terms. But my family holds me back. They don't quite understand me, they force their morals, religious beliefs, and decisions on me. They don't value my emotions either. My parents forbid me from going out with my friends or staying out...
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