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Submitted to Contest #105
Sometimes I wonder how different my life would be if I were someone else; my mailman, my teacher, my best friend. Mostly I think about it when I’m in bed or when class is boring. My friends call me their resident therapist. I always listen to their problems, so I have a pretty good idea of how other people think. Honestly, we all think alike. Did people think that was stupid? I wonder if she likes my dress. Does he like me? We care how people think of us, so much so that we never realize everyone just cares about themselves and their worries...
Submitted to Contest #103
A girl is inside a coffee shop. She orders from the counter, and sits down at a table by the window. Through the window, she looks upon a steady stream of people. As she rests her chin on her hand, a woman walks past. Suddenly, she is that woman; she goes to unlock her car. As she pulls out the keys, she is struck from behind. She staggers, and falls to the ground. The world turns black. “Beep Beep Beep!” The girl blinked and sat up in bed. It was a dream, Olivia. She reminded herself, You’re not actually knocked out by s...
Submitted to Contest #101
A girl sat on her bed, staring at her reflection in a white full body mirror. Her black hair hid her face. Sunlight seeped into the room from her window. The girl looked miserable, she hugged a pillow, and rocked back and forth. She is lost inside of her own head, wishing that the memories didn’t hurt so much. One month ago: She is at her locker, contemplating what books to bring to her next class. A steady stream of high schoolers walk past her. Someone taps her on the shoulder. She turns around. A boy is standing ...
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