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Weekly Contest #365
Will Malicious waves of dark grey clouds rolled in as I approached Gilburn's sandy shore. Sharp seashells jabbed into the soft undersides of my feet as I hopped out the bay boat and docked it. Tepid water encircled my shins in rushed, crashing waves through my sluggish wade. Nothing stood to greet me but an empty beach, though it wasn’t surprising. I was always the one doing the chasing in this relationship. Grains of sand wormed their way into my shoes and squished with every step I took in an annoying tickle as I traversed the mild terra...
Weekly Contest #363
The rain crashed against the windows of the cafe, streaking down in angry strides against the sharp flashes of lightning. We came right before the downpour hit, we watched the rain flood out the grass, but Georgia rushed inside before rain had a chance to touch her. The lights would momentarily dim once the thunder began to roll by, though with how they were dimly lit already, it cascaded us into darkness everytime. I half-heartedly limped my way over to the booth and set the bag down. The table wobbled under the pressure and quickly, I scra...
Weekly Contest #362
The empty booth and half knocked back drinks; it’s always the same. Stuck cleaning up the mess after the girls run away to go on whatever adventure they’re up to again without me. I was getting sick of them rubbing it in my face all the time, how easy it was for them to move on and forget about me–about our friendship. How was I suddenly so easily replaceable? Was I even replaced? Was I just so unliked by them that not being there makes no difference? It didn't help that Ivy felt like she was going back and forth on her decision. It didn't h...
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