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Weekly Contest #183
Do you know what it’s like to fall out of love? It's intriguing, to put it lightly. I recall the period of denial and pain I went through before the real break-up occurred. I kept trying to persuade myself that I was just going through a bad phase. Things that used to make my world brighter started to bother me. Since there was no longer a physical attraction between us, I was constantly there but never there. My first love, Jack. I can still see his face when he said he loved me, but not in the same way. I recall m...
Weekly Contest #182
WARNING: +18, MATURE CONTENT: MENTION OF DRUGS AND DRUG ABUSE, TALKS ABOUT MENTAL HEALTH, CONTAINS A LOT OF SWEAR WORDS, AND IMPLICATIONS OF CERTAIN MATURE ACTIVITIES. J.T. has been gone for one week with no contact, or warning. Kam and Paul are breaking into his apartment by jacking it open with a crowbar. Emily and Fran stood guard at different ends of the hallway. It was midday Sunday. It was eerily quiet as the hallways were lit by little lights on the ceilings of the hallways. When they broke into the apartmen...
Weekly Contest #181
I felt repeated taps and repeated grabbing of my shoulder as I was asleep. The sound that no man wants to hear when he is in a deep slumber is, “Vladimir, wake up. It is time to go to work.” I slowly opened my eyes at the sight of my father already wearing his work uniform. Black corduroy pants, with dark brown and black wool flannel. I could see my reflection in his black-rimmed round glasses. The only light in the room was coming from the sun starting to rise because it was the crack of dawn. My father looked at me with con...
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