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Submitted to Contest #227
The cold settled in the subway station like an unwelcome guest, its icy fingers reaching between the gaps in the turnstiles all the way down to the tracks. The irony of a subway station being above ground did not escape Dalia as she aimlessly paced through the station, the crunch of fresh snow echoing under the worn soles of her black combat boots. Her “going out” boots, as she likes to call them.The air hung heavy with the crisp scent of winter, with frost painting delicate patterns on the train time signals. F Train, 28 minutes. Dalia then...
Submitted to Contest #196
“From the moment I met you, I knew there was something special about you,” he starts, tucking a loose strand of my curly brown hair behind my ear.I smile, thinking of the first time I heard that line. The boy who said it was my first love. And for a time, I thought, the one. But he’s not the one standing in front of me now. Instead it’s Adrian, my boyfriend of four years, wearing that cheeky little grin of his.“You have this warmth and kindness that shines through in everyone you meet, and everything you do. You make me laugh, you challenge ...
Submitted to Contest #150
Do it.I bask in the glow radiating from the ceiling I covered in stickers of phosphorescent stars as I lie, sprawled across the bed beneath them. They represent the promise I made to myself the date of my diagnosis: that I’d always reach for the stars, and let them be my guiding light when things got bad. But things are always bad, that’s just what depression is. An altering of your brain chemistry that blatantly denies you happiness. At least that’s how I define mine. You mean nothing. You are nothing. Do it.It’s been three years since...
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