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Ava Caschera

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Looking Back in Anger

Everything was engulfed in flames. There was no escaping it. The smell of burnt pine, the crumbling, crackling of the dried leaves surrounding it. It singed my nose hairs. There was no going back now; the damage had been done.I turned my back on the would-be bridge that connected me to my childhood best friend’s home. She would be furious once she found out, but I knew deep down she knew this had to happen—she knew she deserved this.I’ve never thought of myself as a vengeful person, but for the right reasons I could be. And if I’m being hone...

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Letters to You

My Colby, How are things going? I know I could text you, but a letter felt more romantic. I don’t think very many people send letters these days, but I wanted this to be special.It has been a while since you left for London. 3 months and 10 days since I last saw you. I miss you. I miss your face, I miss your smell. I miss the way you over-sweeten your coffee and undercook your fries. I know those are usually things I tease you about, but right now I really wish I had sickeningly sweet coffee and soggy fries. I wish I could cozy up to you and...

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A Mirror of Yourself

Weekly Contest #340

I stood against her wall every day, never moving, unwavering. I saw everything, knew everything, but I was never acknowledged. She would stare at me at least twice a day, if not more, but never truly at me. Only through me. She didn’t realize what I paid attention to, that I saw through her just as much as she did me. She didn’t know how much my reflective surface showed. To the outer world, she was perfect. Perfect long black hair, always straightened, not a strand out of place. Perfectly golden skin, fake or real, only time would tell. Fre...

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The Coffee Pot Date

Weekly Contest #339

My back ached with each step along the broken sidewalk. Each vertebrate cracked, begging me to find somewhere other than a couch to sleep. The air smelled of wet cement, the forecast had been predicting a storm for days, and it seems today it’ll finally come. Storm clouds rolled in the distance; it wouldn’t be long before I was drenched, I guessed. At least it was hot enough for me to welcome the cooling spray of a crying sky. I continued down the street when my stomach grumbled with a hunger so deep. It had been a while since I had a home-...

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