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Submitted to Contest #138
I found her in the rocking chair outside her room. Her eyes were vacant, red-rimmed, and tired. She seemed thinner every day, her cheekbones sharper and her collarbones more protruding. Today she was babbling a lullaby. I recognized the tune but not the words. She used to sing it to me as a child. I think somehow she was still connected to reality. Like her mind was barely hanging, clinging to the most random memories of her past. As I stepped closer, she stopped singing and focused those paled blue eyes on mine. She knew why...
Submitted to Contest #105
It wasn't always like this, the wrenching sobs non existed, the vacant stares and the stoic poses simply an abstract concept. The house used to be full of light, the drapes were always open, sunrays bath the entire place, warm and soothing. I remember the first time I came to that place, my new home. I was excited and nervous, didn't know what to expect, but if it was anything like this petit precious girl, then I had nothing to fear. We used to run around the living room on endless afternoons, drenched in playful energy, amazed at...
Submitted to Contest #103
This was getting out of hand, she has never denied having a very active imagination but this is too much even for her. This phrase, this message, these scribbles that seem to hint at her are starting to be a little too much for her liking. It started with this deja vu of reading the same thing twice, a happy coincidence, a story not even worth mentioning over dinner. A week later and maybe around twenty more deja vu moments, her mind it's definitely playing tricks on her; and maybe she should not be so sketchy about those thera...
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