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I know my life has taken a turn for the worst when I find myself finishing a Little Caesars pizza with my right hand and scrolling through the WikiHow page for āHow to Find Love: 10 Steps (with Pictures)ā with the other. Grease smears my computerās trackpad as I read in the dingy overhead light of my studio apartment. Iām wallowing for undoubtedly silly reasons. Iāve just watched the 1926 adaptation of Faust. I remove the flashdrive Tom gave me with a pirated copy of the tale where a scholar makes a deal with the demon Mephistopheles, selli...
Weekly Contest #373
CW: Grief When my sister, Evy, hugs me, tells me time heals all wounds, and says it gets better, I donāt think she believes herself. When her husband passed, the light left her eyes, and Iāve watched her fight to get it back for years. We both know that āit gets betterā is a lie. I know thereās no fixing this. There is no ābetter.ā The sun beams over the graveyard as they lower Richardās body into the ground. A soft breeze counters the sunās heat. The clouds float pillowy and picturesque. The lush grass sways in the wind, dotted with dazz...
The House-Sitter Scruffy loafed on Janeās chest, exhaling a warm mix of tuna and death far too close to her face. āI forgive you,ā She whispered before kissing the gray cat on the head. They lay together on Ollieās childhood bed, cuddled over boring Navy sheets. Ollie abandoned the poor animal starving and alone. His fur had been matted when she found him hunched and bloodied over Ollieās corpse. Scruffy had only done what was natural: eat or be eaten, kill or be killed. Of course, the dumb cat with dopey yellow eyes did not kill Ollie. No o...
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