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Submitted to Contest #46
In the bottom of the neglected junk closet was a large box filled with various reminders of her past. Unaware of what it contained, Phoebe wildly searched through the mess of long forgotten things as if she was looking for the meaning of life. Behind her she had tossed all the unmatched vintage shoes, empty storage boxes for outdated appliances, books that haven't been read in decades and other miscellaneous stuff collecting dust at the bottom of her closet. She dug in the disarray like a miner sifting for small nuggets of gold.She kept sear...
Submitted to Contest #39
That's not me. The person with contorted legs barely visible by the now deflated air bags. That's not me. The person whose head hit against the passenger window leaving a circular crack in the glass of the passenger door like a red spider web. That's not me. The limp frame that can not move. That's not me!The person slumped over the steering wheel, blood coated on olive skin like a new crimson overcoat. That' s not you. Moments ago when you were driving and we were singing. Before, when we had the radio blasting, vogueing to Top 40. Moments ...
Submitted to Contest #38
It has been weeks since Alina had a restful sleep. Lately, it was the eerie nightmares that has kept her up. Nightmares plagued with fear of the unknown had become her norm; and although she wanted to believe that this too would pass, her hope was dimming. I could stay in this bed all day, she thought to herself , but she knew that would only make her feel more overwhelmed. With a long stretch and a few harsh coughs; she began to pick herself up out of her warming bed. She freed herself from the comforting weight of her fleece blanket, wispe...
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