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Submitted to Contest #238
Running has never been one of my favorite hobbies, but I somehow felt like I could use it today. I quickly grabbed my sweatshirt, took a bite out of my ham sandwich, and left the kitchen. The first few steps were horrible. With each leg lift, I felt like I was carrying some kind of weight that was only making my journey harder. In fact, it wasn't my body that was heavy, it was my soul carrying the ruins of our conversation from yesterday. It was not the first time he had hurt me. Of course, not the last, I was sure. He keeps pushing me ...
Submitted to Contest #116
My little fingers were resting on his stomach, moving up and down with every breath. His steady snuffle was the best lullaby. The same rhythm. Over and over. No fault in this machine. Those soft lips were slightly open, waiting for my kiss. I loved his manly beard. Stingy and tickler. They say love makes you blind. Silliness. Who wants to be a half-person? A fragile, dingy little piece on the floor, waiting for someone to trample on you. “I feel your eyes on my body,” he whispered. “Are they heavy?” I tried to make fun of everything...
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