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I am not the person that shares deep feelings or personal thoughts often especially if makes people pity me... BUT, since I have no face and i think this day was a day worth sharing I will tell it. I have to give some context to it. (please do not take offence or it too serious but this is a very honest take of my day and my thoughts. I try to keep it honest and true but I censored and left out some of the details) Every one has wicked or evil thoughts at some point but I like to think its how we act on it that reflects our stronger nature. ...
Submitted to Contest #309
Content Warning This story contains themes that some readers may find disturbing, including violence, bullying, mental health struggles, a suicide attempt, and implied child abuse/neglect. (Please do not take this tale as all facts.) There’s a boy named Able. Sixteen, an orphan, a troublemaker whose reputation echoes through the halls of a violent, overcrowded school. He was known for fights, broken noses, climbing out second-story windows — and walking back in like nothing happened. The principal was looking for Able. She walked through hal...
Submitted to Contest #308
Freaks on a BenchElliot wandered through the summer festival, sketchbook tucked under one arm, headphones clamping down the noise like a shield. Bright colours, laughter, and thumping music swirled around him. The scent of popcorn mingled with sun-warmed grass, and children’s shouts echoed near the game stalls. He alone watched as everyone else effortlessly navigated this chaos. He stood in this storm on a small raft, a lone bench.Then he spotted her—a girl draped in black, also sitting alone on a weathered bench like a shadow that had taken...
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