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Dear Diary… no. I don’t want to start this journal out in a lie. You never did appreciate my tendency to avert the truth. Little did I know how ironic that really was. But anyway, I am trying to be an honest woman now. I’m not really addressing ‘Diary‘ and to pretend I am for appearances’ sake would make the whole point of this void. So, I’ll start again. My Love… I write in here because I can’t express what it truly means to love you in real life. I plan to fill these pages with my affections. A place to pour my soul into. As the ink etches...
Submitted to Contest #96
Dust covers everything in the small room at the back of the house. It has made a home in this room. All across the floor, along the windowsills, in the dark corners where the eyes can’t see. It is a protective layer from the darkness that the night brings. An empty room, but always occupied. A guest room where the door is always shut but never locked. The window displays the seasons of the year as they come and go. The sunrise shines into the house each morning, but not in the guest room. The moon light makes faded shadows on the dilapidated...
Submitted to Contest #94
“Just call her, for the sake of all of us put your damn pride to one side and pick up your phone!” Lizzie whisper-shouts, gesturing to her group of friends around the table. Some coffee drinkers and breakfast eaters on the tables surrounding them glance their way. Lizzie shrinks in her chair, hiding behind her large latte. “I would, Lizzie, but I have no desire to. I don’t miss her, and I certainly don’t need her. You’ll all just have to get over it.” Rowan shrugs, trying to ...
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