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TRIGGER WARNING: disordered eating, self harm, depression, implied suicidal ideation Place the bow on the string. Breathe in. Hold yourself in place until the piano plays, then start. Breathe out. Be bold- do not sneak into the first note. When you were young, in middle school, maybe, you had a crush on someone. Your first love, looking back. She was a god to you- superior in every aspect: how she looked, wrote, drew, ran. You didn't know you liked her at the time, because you didn't know that you could like someone who wasn't a boy. The boy...
Submitted to Contest #15
The professor’s constant droning hums in my ear. The hastily stifled yawns of students and the occasional snicker of laughter are the only other sounds in the room. My eyelids begin to droop and I have to pinch myself to stay awake. “And thus, the gallant and valiant king was interred. Scores of people attended his majestic funeral, during which his eloquent will was read. He bequeathed the majority of his land to his daughter, which was very unusual for the time period they lived in. But that is a story for another day! You’re free to...
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Ding Dong! Ugh. Here they come again. Every year, this fateful day comes around, where parents dress their babies up as pumpkins, kids and eighty-year-old men disguise themselves as ghosts or ninjas, and everybody has to spend a butt-load of money on candy. I groan and walk over to the door, where I can hear kids chattering and giggling quietly amongst themselves. I open the door to a wave of, “TRICK OR TREAT!!!” “Here you go,” I mutter in a surly tone, holding the bowl of candy out to the mini witches and black cats standing outside m...
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