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Submitted to Contest #36
March 10th: I haven’t slept well for the last ten days. Someone told me to write about it. I’m not sure how this will help, maybe getting it down on paper will help me process it, they said. What’s to process, she is dead. Done and over case closed. March 17th: My therapist said that doesn’t count as a journal writing so here's another one. “Describe the event,” she said. Fine, it was a warm sunny day and the birds were flying high above the pier we traveled every friday night. There was nothing to show this day may go bad. No sto...
Submitted to Contest #35
Today's the day. They day I finally do it. I’d made a promise to myself that on the first day of spring I would do it. And so today I’m going to do it. “It’s not that hard just do it,” I told myself steeling my nerves for what's ahead. I rolled out of bed with the knowledge of today I would do it. No backing out today I would finally do it. I grabbed my jacket and a banana and headed out the door to get the stuff I needed. The whole way there I had my headphones in and was in the deepest mood of my life. I had made my decision an...
It was a warm morning, and something I was about to find would change my life forever. The snow was just beginning to melt and the birds were returning to their spring home. I had been on my way to class in my usual hurried pace when I stepped on something buried deep in the winter snow and planted face first in the ground. "Ouch," I exclaimed, picking myself up off the ground. "Ugh, my clothes are soaked! What am I going to do, I've got class in a few minutes, my dorms on the other side of campus, and the professor hates when we are late!" ...
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