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Weekly Contest #271
The tubes that wrapped around my neck when I emerged from the womb didn’t take me. The pills I swallowed in neat rows of white and blue to end my life didn’t work. The knife that sliced my wrists never cut deep enough. There’s a strange comfort in thinking about it now—the closeness to death that’s brushed my life, yet I remain. I’m still here, but it feels as though I exist only to be forgotten. Banishing self-doubt hasn’t freed me; it’s left cracks in my skin, deep and jagged, exposing the rawness underneath. Today is my birthday, and I fe...
Weekly Contest #258
I did not mean to self-sabotage. I did not intend to cleanse my life of everything that is good. I did not realize you don’t feel the same, but I guess I am to blame. You are still here, but I am not. The reflections that stare back at me through the mirror lack the density of character that I once had. I keep looking to find a resemblance of the girl I once was, but she is nowhere to be found. Just a jaded, less likely version of myself that I don't recognize. As I examine myself, a strange sensation cascades through my body, a weirdness th...
Weekly Contest #257
Haunting of Love’s Folly Written by Elizabeth J Pena Part One The lights that stalk the street have begun to dissipate. The moon's cyclical nature represents the same as the sun, working in tandem with her defeat. The grand halls of her estate echo with trepidation at her entrance as if they know. Know of the Lord's presence hounding her thoughts. He is anything but useful to her, but at night alone in her chambers, Lady Elise Tribune yearns for the touch of a once familiar connection. Getting settled into her bed, the Lady’s thoughts resur...
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