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Weekly Contest #47
You stare. Just stare. Your hair gently rests over your vibrant eyes, vigilantly waiting. It’s 5:59 and you have been up since 4:03, just as always. The alarm will go off in a minute, the annoying mechanical beep will wake everyone up. Not you, though. Never you. You are never fully awake. Or at least your mind never is. You can control the beeping. You always can. But you don’t. Instead, you deeply sigh and turn away from the clock. Then it goes off. Beep, beep, beep… You cringe as the baby cries right on cue and as the ...
You call after her, begging her to stay, hoping that she will eventually run into your arms. She always does. Of course you expect that, she could never leave you. She loves you. A bit too much if you ask me. You force your warm arms around her neck gently to restrain her, as if that could stop her from leaving. She continues packing without a word, stuffing all that is possible into the small purple suitcase. “Stella, Troy, let’s go.” she croaks out, elbowing you with her sharp little elbows. You groan and let go, bu...
Weekly Contest #45
Today was Miranda’s tenth birthday. That very morning, her mother Sunny, changed her life.“I want to give you something.” “What? Wait what is it? But how about happy birthday first, Mom? I’m finally double digits!” Miranda squealed. Sunny maintained her serious demeanor, furrowing her eyebrows.“It was your mother's journal. Luna. I found it in the attic and, well, you should read it.” Miranda got quiet, her face blanked in almost an instant.Sunny handed Miranda a small black leather bound notebook, widened and yellowed from time and rai...
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