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Submitted to Contest #315
She arrived. After driving for ten hours down the highways, through the insane fog- that blocked the front of her car from her view, and the three stops she was forced to make, she had finally arrived in North Carolina. The air felt crisp and smelled like snow; it was mid-January. The trip took all day and she was exhausted. She grew up in the big city where you didn’t talk to anyone and, in mutual respect, they didn’t talk to you either. Sowhen the three random guys, with the box truck, started walking up her new driveway, she went into fig...
Content WARNING: Physical Abuse, Toxic Relationships, and Teen Murder depicted. "Have a good day at school," his mother yelled from the kitchen as Miller grabbed his car keys and headed out the front door. "G'morning baby" he said to his 1965 Shelby GT350. The car had been a birthday present from his parents for making honor roll two years in a row. It was also a twisted attempt to soften the blow that they were moving to a new town in a few weeks. Miller loved that car. She was beautiful, sleek black with white wall tires and he took imma...
Submitted to Contest #314
It was the hottest day of the year; temperatures reached over one hundred degrees. Nicolette had the air conditioning in her one-bedroom apartment blasting at full force. Her dirty blonde hair wrapped in a messy bun, her cut-off jeans fitting her for the first time in a year, and a t-shirt, she last wore in college, was the wardrobe of choice. Things that were a part of who she was before the marriage started- let alone ended. Tucker Groves had been her high school sweetheart. They had grown up together practically their whole lives. It w...
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