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Weekly Contest #296
The water was eerily calm this morning, but I can feel the wind brushing my skin. It was almost chilly enough to wear a jacket, but my stubbornness translates into goosebumps. If he were here, he would have draped a blanket over my shoulders by now. That was one of the few ways he was thoughtful.“Parker,” I felt it leave my lips. I can’t hold back from saying it anymore. His name has always felt right slipping through my lips.The wind was getting hard. I could hear its whispering by my ears. I couldn’t help but smile. I know he always used t...
Weekly Contest #196
In a world where time can be changed, I believe the only constant is love. Love is timeless. “Hello welcome to TimeTravelLLC. Where are you planning on traveling too today?” A strange man looks at us with a blank stare. He wais almost more robotic than human. It is my boyfriend and I’s two-year anniversary, and we have been saving up all our money to go on this once in a lifetime opportunity as the advertisement had described to us a few months prior. I kne...
Weekly Contest #158
I turned off my car engine as I spotted him driving towards me. I took one last glance in the rearview mirror to make sure I looked semi decent and that my bangs still sat neatly on my forehead. I ran my fingers through the rest of my nappy hair and wished I had brushed it before I left the house. I whispered to myself ‘you got this’ as I reached for the door handle. I was wearing a fitted tee and a pair of his old sweatpants. As silly as it sounds, Tanner always said I looked so cute in his sweats. Maybe somewhere deep down I tried to win h...
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