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Weekly Contest #283
Content warning: References to physical and sexual abuse"You should be kissed often and by someone who knows how." - Gone With the Wind by Margaret MitchelTwenty-year-old me shudders inside the soft cotton blanket while reading arguably the most romantic novel of the twentieth century. White lamplight illuminates the pages while I lay on my stomach, swallowed by the covers. My right-hand slides lower to cater to the throbbing between my legs. There's another bed on my left with covers folded. My roommate left for the Halloween par...
Weekly Contest #49
I don't understand why these adults don't mind their own business. I mean, I know I should not have let a stupid kid pull me into an outrageous bet. But at the end of the day, it is my life that is on line, not theirs. Why do they care? Now I have been dragged to the school Headmistress office. As if she would magically fix everything wrong in my mind. Sometimes I think, why is it so difficult for me to deal with these people, talk to them, let them speak to me as if I am retarded? Other kids do it just fine. And in the end, you ha...
Weekly Contest #46
The Bleeding Heart Those displays of concrete lives, real and fiction, have attracted me towards them since I was a child. As a child, when my mother wanted to take me shopping, I would cry and agree to go when she would let me visit the bookstore nearby. While she would be shopping for laces and utensils, I would drift off to my paradise. The musky smell of paper, shiny rainbow-colored covers pull me inside. I would look at those beautiful rows of glee, heartbreaks, and crimes. The sight gratified my soul in a way that...
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