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Weekly Contest #357
My humans are having a puppy… a baby as they call it. They don’t even know it yet, but I do, and I sadly now know why my dad has a tail on the wrong side of his body. Oh, and the names they have for the tail are just disgusting. Not to mention it seems to have caused my mum pain or made her happy at times. It’s all very confusing.Oh.Oh, I think my mum’s just found out about the baby. She’s just come out of the bathroom, eyes wide and mouth open. “Um. Um.” Is all she can seem to say. She’s giving me whiplash with her constant pacing back and ...
Weekly Contest #324
I am done with this. I am done with watching out to the ocean every day in hopes of being rescued. “Have faith” they say. “Everything is fine” they say. My parents say a lot of things and since the "plane crash" God knows how long ago; I don’t believe a word. With each passing day, I get more suspicious of the adults around, my parents in particular. No one should be so calm after a near death experience. No one should just settle for an island lifestyle. We should all be figuring out how to get off this God forsaken island. Yet, my parents ...
Weekly Contest #300
I remember what I thought when I first came here, pulling up and finding the dark spot like I am now. ‘This is the first and last time I’ll come here’, It was certainly my intention. I’ve never liked wooded areas, ones where they could host Halloween events at night and scare the living daylights out of you. Ha, speaking of living and daylights; I have been the only living soul to mount this land when I’m here and it’s never in daylight. I came here after driving for hours in a panic, I had my ex-boyfriend in the boot and had no clue what to...
Weekly Contest #289
I hate my family. I loathe them. I might as well be Dr Jackle and Mr Hyde because of them, only I’m Lady Meridith and Miss slut-bag. “Mary, are you done yet?” My only true-blue friend, Em shouted from outside the bathroom cubicle I’m currently using as a changing room. It’s not often I have to do this, show my obligations before heading to The scene, the club we like to head up to live vicariously. Em and I or M and M as those who know us like to call us are actually Emelia Isles and Meridith Charles, two girls who grew up in wealth, neglect...
Weekly Contest #264
I need to stop agreeing to be the plus one to friends for a wedding they’re going to. There is no shame in being single at a wedding. I mean, come on; there could be hot singles there. One of my best memories came from being at a wedding. I had a three-way with the best man and his girlfriend. I ended up breaking the pair up and dating the girlfriend, sorry, not sorry.“You look beautiful, Cathy. Do you really have to wear the same dress to every wedding you go to though?” My date for the night, Jonny whined, the ungrateful oath. I am not was...
Weekly Contest #255
I’m supposed to be focusing on here and now, respecting dear Benjamin, my father-in-law at his funeral. Yet, I can’t help but be remembering all the moments that proved his death wasn’t just a dream up until now. Ben died three nearly four weeks ago, he’d been in bad shape for a few months, but we still thought we had more time. Then, at three in the morning, my husband got the call. His mum, Jenny video called to reveal the news that Ben, age sixty-seven died. I’ll never forget the look of pure despair on Jenny’s face. Her face crumpling up...
Weekly Contest #254
Based on a true story- MineIsn’t it bad enough to be a teenager? We have puberty, bulling, boys who never give you a second glance, rumours. Why do I have to be epileptic too? It hasn’t been long since I was diagnosed, it’s because I had a stupid stroke before I was even born. I hate it all, but now because of my epilepsy I’ve had to go on a medication called Epilim to ensure I don’t have anymore seizures, all of which happen at night.I’ve kept all this to myself, partly because when my mum’s not forcing me to share a bed with her, she’s got...
Weekly Contest #253
Anyone who ever says “You look like you’ve just run a marathon” can go to hell. I am actually running a marathon. A 26.2 mile marathon that is kicking my ass. I say this, but I’m nearly there. I’m nearly at the end. I’ve only got a few minutes to go. That is, if I don’t hit “the wall”. My lovely friends have a bet going on when I’ll hit the wall, not if, when! To be fair, it was only last year that I was doing a couch to 5k. So, what motivated me? The dickhead ex-boyfriend of mine who I’ve finally caught up with. Really, I didn’t think this ...
Weekly Contest #252
Paranoia, that's what people would say I have. I disagree. It takes me an hour to get home. I am looking to move, but right now it's two buses home. I've seen the bloke before. It's hard to forget him. The stranger has orange hair, today he's trying to hide it under a cap at the back of the bus. He's got one blue eye, one green. He's tall and fit. His body might as well be a triangle.I've seen this guy on both my buses, just at different times for the past two weeks. Now, he's been on my first bus and is on the second. I rubbed my hand over ...
Weekly Contest #250
Surely, Mrs Blanc did this assignment for her own amusement. She’s always taken me as one to gossip, and asking your students to write a story on what they’ve overheard will obviously include her colleagues. The aging badly woman had a sparkle in her eye as she gave out the assignment, and I swear you would think she was high by that grin on her face as she gathered our work.I know she knows the “subject” I based my story on is one she must have lapped up. It’ll have got me a good mark, which is what matters. That being said, if I knew she’d...
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