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Weekly Contest #90
warning: mentions and ideas of suicideWhat James hated most about the train ride home wasn’t the mass of sweaty, middle-aged people rushing to get back to their homes in the city, stressed from a long day at work or desperate for some peace. It wasn’t the fact there was never anywhere to sit on the train, as people were selfish dickheads who took the table seats for themselves or put a bag on the budding chair and jammed their earphones in to avoid social interaction. It wasn’t the loud, irritating screech of the track every time it stopped....
Weekly Contest #84
The date was the 22nd of July. It was Monday. The worst day of the week. Monday meant the start of the 5-day cycle of school, and it all felt the same. Every second of every day, every small moment, was rolling into the other until she swore she was consumed by the feeling of nothingness. Eat, sleep, school, repeat. The cycle. Expect, now, there was no school. There was no walking to school at 8am sharp. There was no laughing with her friends because of something that happened at lunch. There was no gossip. School was over, for the tim...
Weekly Contest #79
There it was. That voice, that sweet, blissful song in her head, calling her too the ocean where all her happiness, calmness seemed to live. The air was fresh there. The sand was soft. It was untouched by the worries and pressures of society, free as anything, especially when the tide rolled out. The ocean; the only place on earth which she felt at home. It had been a little over three months since everything had happened. On top of her boyfriend breaking her heart, her dog, the only one in her life who seemed to understand and protect he...
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