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Weekly Contest #69
Dear diary, I hate this. I hate my life. For some reason, my dad is desperate to marry an ableist, crazy religious, ignorant piece of shit. She’s not a piece of shit because she’s religious. Hell, my dad still is. I used to be before my diagnosis and mom dying. But he just got married to Rose Weltze, now Rose Carson. She’s a bitch. I hate her. She’s one of those crazy religious fools that thinks autism is a disease, like cancer, and needs to be cured like we’re all sick. I say we because I need validation to believe I’m still autistic ...
“It’s me, Marlee.” I looked into the glitching screen, trying to find a face. One of many faces that I’ve missed since the summer. Spending your summer in Utani’s desolate prison sucks. Well, it’s not technically a prison. More like a hideaway house where no one can find me except the two cops I live with now. Mr. and Mrs. Sinns. They’ve allowed me to use a tablet for the day to call my family. At least the only family I know will still talk to me. My parents, in Coloro and my sister who lives here in Utani. “Marlee, dear? Is that you?...
Weekly Contest #68
“Move!” Gabby hopped back in the car, throwing the bag of coins in the back of the car as I moved the gear shift, pressed my foot on the accelerator, and took off. “I can’t believe it’s happening. Check Ins are today.” She sighed, clearly holding back tears. Check Ins. They’ve been around since Fallsted was first formed. My parents made the rules clear. Don’t be out at night. Mask. If you get found, lie. September 22nd, every year. Fall Guards break into the cities, capturing the imperfects, the defects, those who are...
“It was supposed to be the happiest day of their life…” I muttered, thinking of my parents, and how crushed they’d be if they were here. I wish they were here. I had it all. This entire kingdom was going to be eating out of the palm of my hand. I shut my eyes, and thought about when I first woke up. It was sunny. The bright morning sky came in through the blinds, forcing me awake. “Kaisa, we’re running late. Get up!” Carissa, one of my maids, was nearly yanking me from my slumber. “Come on, it’s your wedding day!” Tha...
Weekly Contest #67
If I told you that a few days ago, I was working in my stepmother’s bakery, selling desserts to crazy religious citizens of my hometown, you wouldn’t think twice. Probably laugh and ask me about my stepmother, and how her recipes are so popular. I could tell you, but you wouldn’t believe me. It’s the same way my ghost friend, arch enemy, and I are now on a pirate ship trapped on the other side of a mirror. Magic. I hate magic. Ironic considering I’m a vampire and I have magic, but nonetheless. I hate it. I manage to keep my balance, looking ...
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