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Weekly Contest #347
I didn’t realize the belief was wrong because it worked.It kept everything organized in a way that felt safe. It gave meaning to moments that might have otherwise felt random or unresolved. It gave me a structure to move inside of, something predictable enough to rely on.It explained people.It explained distance.It explained endings.And most importantly, it explained me.I didn’t think of it as something I believed. That would have required a kind of awareness I didn’t have yet. It wasn’t something I repeated to myself in words. It didn’t sou...
We both came back for the same thing. That’s where the problem started.It sounded simple when we said it out loud.Closure.A clean word. A contained word. The kind people use when they want to believe endings can be arranged into something manageable.But even then, I think we both knew we were lying—just not about what we wanted.About why.I almost didn’t come.That would have made more sense.I sat in my car longer than I needed to, watching the house as if it might change under observation. As if something about it would soften. Explain itself...
I broke the rule before I admitted to myself that I was going to.That was the thing about it—it never felt like a decision.For years, the rule existed without question. No negotiation. No language. It lived in my body, not my mind. It dictated what I avoided, what I refused to revisit, what I allowed to remain buried.Do not go back.Not to the house.Not to him.Not to the version of yourself that learned how to survive there.I followed it with a discipline I didn’t give anything else. Through quiet apartments and louder nights. Through the slo...
By the time she got everything she thought she wanted,there was no one left to tell.She used to imagine this moment differently.It was supposed to feel full.Loud.Earned.Something she could step into and finally breathe.Instead, it arrived quietly.Like something that had been waiting for her—not something she had been chasing.The email came first.Short.Formal.Life-changing in a way that didn’t announce itself.She read it twice.Then a third time, slower—as if the meaning might shiftif she gave it enough attention.It didn’t.She got it.Everythin...
By the time she understood it wasn’t love,she had already arranged her life around surviving it.It did not begin with anything obvious.Nothing that could be pointed to and named.It began in allowances.Small ones.Subtle enough to pass as compromise,quiet enough to feel reasonable.The kind you make when discomfort is familiar—when unease does not register as warning,but as something to be worked through.She called it patience.Called it understanding.Called it loyalty.There are many names for endurancewhen you have not yet learnedthe difference...
Weekly Contest #346
The argument started the way it always did—quiet at first, then sharp around the edges. “You’re overreacting,” Marcus said, leaning back in the kitchen chair like the conversation bored him. Alicia stared at the cracked tile beneath her feet. The same tile she had looked at a hundred times during arguments just like this one. Maybe he was right. Maybe she was overreacting. That thought had become her prison. “You told me you’d come home earlier,” she said quietly. Marcus shrugged. “I said I’d try.” Three words. I’d try. The kind of words tha...
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