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Shortlisted for Weekly Contest #324 ⭐️
{This story has mentions of death and dying.} All he can hear is the water. Loud- too loud. A screaming rush that fills each ear and swirls in his nose. The rapids are strong and Bennet can’t keep his head up long enough to get oxygen. Hands grasping on anything and nothing all at the same time- just the air and water that keeps churning and throwing him around. It was an accident. Bennet was trying to get home faster. It’s never been dangerous to cross the river. Not normally anyways. But it rained last night; stormed actually. The water i...
Weekly Contest #323
{This story includes mentions of abuse and mental health struggles related to it.} It takes 3 months to develop a habit. Sometimes those habits are taught to you, like how a teacher has you format your essay or a parent has you clean your bedroom. Sometimes those habits develop naturally. The way you sort your pens by color or the route you take to work. Sometimes… Sometimes those habits—routines, if you will—are born from necessity and survival. And it’s not something you can see coming. It starts with checking the locks once. Maybe twice....
Weekly Contest #245
This is where it all began. Out on the grassy cliff, staring out at the sun with the wind sending my hair fluttering around me. Strands of gold and bronze that wrap around my face and nearly get into my eyes. Hair that usually sits in a messy bun, not enough time given during my day to do what I wish with it. I had met my husband here for the first time. I was 19 and in my first year in collage. He was 24 and freshly graduated. There was something about the way he looked at me while on this cliff that pulled me in. A kind of want that not ma...
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