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Submitted to Contest #257
“Don’t let go,” she whispers, and Raina can’t think. She’s not strong enough to lift Juliet’s weight, and her side is pushed at a painfully odd angle against the windows edge. Juliet’s face is beautiful in the moonlight. The perfect picture of fear as tears that are not hers land on her cheeks, slowly roll down off her chin and onto the grass, far, far below. Raina gasps as Juliet slips a little further, but forget it all she’ll let her wrist snap before she lets Juliet go. Her hands are slick with sweat and falling tears.She hangs in the op...
Submitted to Contest #46
“No, no, no, no…..” Seriphina sighed as she clicked her pen, “My dearly beloved,” she began to write, “I’m so sorry it had to come to this. I will always treasure the memories we share but I can no longer share a second more with you. I hope you do not hate me for this, for I could not possibly think of what I would do without your love.” She stood from his desk and quietly left the room. She would never return. “NO, NO, NOOOOO! THEY DID NOT! They did not just, AGH!” Sammie slammed her book shut and threw it at her wall. Groaning a...
Submitted to Contest #31
Slam! Click.The door to my car closed and I turned to make my way up the drive. I honestly hadn’t been here in years, I had barely remembered the broken stone steps that led to the bright red doors. I took the key out of my pocket and slipped it into the lock. The door creaked open with a push. I looked around this dark empty house. Mom And Dad had come by with the moving truck the day before to collect the furniture. The last reminders that this house had once been a home.My parents had done most of the work. They had only given me the job ...
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