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Submitted to Contest #31
It's been 8,423 minutes since my son has spoken to me. Everyone tells me it’s normal, common even, for fourteen-year-olds to lock themselves in their rooms and ignore their parents, but I don’t believe it. This can’t be normal.Go away. I don’t want to eat.These are the only words he ever says to me these days. When I first heard them, it was like an arrow to the chest, sharp, precise, and barbed. But now…now, I’m just thankful to hear his voice. There are some days where there’s nothing at all. I treasure his denials in this barren wasteland...
Submitted to Contest #27
I’ve always loved trains. The smell is awful and the crowds make me claustrophobic, but something about being nobody in a sea of nobodies brought a sort of tranquility which could only be found on places like the internet. There were dozens, maybe a hundred people confined in a single small space, but at the same time, every train was empty. Everyone’s attention was focused elsewhere, in a different place and time.The train rumbled loudly, winding out of a tunnel and into the open sunshine as light streamed in through the windows. I too...
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