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Submitted to Contest #102
She woke up like every other day. Opened her eyes exactly at 6.15, got up and felt that raw taste in her mouth. Blood. Again. She sighed. Every time the same. She spat into a glass placed next to the bed for this purpose, then grabbed her phone, which was loading on the desk, spat again and fell asleep. 7.05. She woke up the second time and rose from the bed in slow motion as if by mechanical movements. Then picked up her clothes, counting: 1, 2, 3. 4, 5. Underwear, bra, socks. Stand up. Pants, shirt. She went to the bath, looked at her too...
Submitted to Contest #81
I guess you could call us cheezy if you like, that's how he would describe everything from the very begging of our relationship to the point where we actually got married. Valentine's day gifts - cringe, random gifts showing affection and love - unnecessary expences. I have no idea how we actually worked together so well, me being a hopeless romantic and him a realist. We would have never even met if not for the chess, old perfume and my bad lungs. It was one of those worm September nights where you are already back in school but the timetab...
Submitted to Contest #79
Why does it keep happening? And all I do is keep searching for the answer, directing all my energy and time exactly in the middle of the problem, targeting the very core, trying to stand on my two feet and support my bastard child. Fair enough, I agree that is harsh. It’s not her fault someone left her and I had a heart big enough to let her in. She was cold, how could I not. Now the cat has separation anxiety and I can’t even use half of my bed anymore. What a comedy my life has become. And it all started with one innocent call from my gran...
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