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Doug sighed inwardly as he pulled up in his beat-up, run-down truck to the beat-up, run-down train station. “Why am I even here? Why would she ever come back for me?”, he thought. Her absence was tangible, the space that she had once occupied beside him a void that was gargantuan in comparison to the sun. He took a deep breath as he watched the train slowly make its way into the station, like a seafaring ship into port. As the throng of people exiting the train came into view, he habitually looked for Emma; his ex-girlfriend. The two had bee...
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The sickly sweet smell of decay emanates from the box at my doorstep. I debate whether or not I should open it; images of dead cats carefully placed there by disturbed teenage neighbors flashing through my mind. Or a pristine glass case capturing innocent bugs and beautiful butterflies in their final moments. As I bend down to pick it up, making sure to lift with my legs like my mom always tells me, my attention is drawn toward the edge of my perfectly manicured, trimmed-twice-a-week lawn; where the bushes are moving back in forth despite th...
Weekly Contest #24
I revel in dread and anticipation at the box lying on my doorstep. I debate whether or not I should open it; images of dead cats carefully placed there by disturbed teenage neighbors flashing through my mind. Or a pristine glass case capturing innocent bugs and beautiful butterflies in their final moments. As I bend down to pick it up, making sure to lift with my legs like my mom always tells me, my attention is drawn toward the edge of my perfectly manicured, trimmed-twice-a-week lawn; where the bushes are moving back in forth despite the l...
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