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Submitted to Contest #50
It wasn't Theo's intention to face anyone but himself tonight. Neither were the intentions of three others standing in front of the same window he had been thinking about jumping out of. Instead, his thoughts consisted of something quick and straightforward, and he had already written only but a short note to his father, who would only find it after returning from his office job in the city. It sounded like the scene was out of a movie, all four of them coming to the same spot at the same time, yet there was a band of teens, looking the same...
Submitted to Contest #49
Sweat trickled between the creases of my clasped palms. Instinctively, I flipped over my phone for the twentieth time, hoping somehow my nervous antics would make time run faster. 3:20 p.m. When I had set foot into the musty Damsmarsh Police Station, the location the authorities had told me to come. I had considered not showing up, maybe even fleeing the state to my Aunt Laine, but I doubt she would take me in without telling mom. “Just stop it, you’re fine,” I told myself, knowing that it was far from the truth. I would definitely be charge...
Submitted to Contest #47
You smear sweat off your forehead as you slowly start to regain consciousness, first realizing the sudden displeasing stiffness of your bed, then the dark stone wall, one that looks nothing like your room with a plushy bed and actual furniture that you got back in…you can’t remember. People, especially you forget simple things all the time and you brush it off, more concerned about what you were doing in this musky room. “An accident maybe?”, you think, staring at the itchy fabric that barely covers the flimsy mattress you slept on. Thoug...
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