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Submitted to Contest #267
You know that old mop that sits in the corner of a small ass supply closet in every restaurant or school? Yeah, well that's me right now. I am the mop and my supply closet is actually a cardboard box. I know on a regular day I don't exactly smell like roses but when it rains, I start smelling like a load of clothes left and forgotten for too long in the washer. Although, even that would smell better than me because when you wash clothes you add those good-smelly things in there. I usually get clean by taking a dip into the lake or running th...
Have you ever walked a country road at night in the summer? You can hear the crickets all around you, feel the heat coming off the concrete, and it's almost like in that moment...you're the only person on the planet. If I close my eyes and listen, sometimes I can hear the crickets no matter where I am. It's almost like they're always trying to tell me something, if I could just take the time to listen. The only lights you'll ever get out there are the headlights of some kid driving his truck, with the country station turned all the way up. H...
Submitted to Contest #266
This story contains depictions of mental health, substance abuse, and suicide. I always knew my daughter was a creative and dream-driven mind. She had big ideas with no plans, impressive dedication where passion grew, and a heart that would never stop loving. As a little girl, I watched her choose a sparkly purple shirt with pink polka-dot shorts and white butterfly shoes as a first day of school outfit. She'd pick out a blue pair of peace sign earrings and clip her bangs back with her hair in a low ponytail. I'd send her off to play with f...
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