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Weekly Contest #369
I forgive you for dying, but I can never forgive myself for letting you.They say "every cloud has a silver lining," and I've used that sentence over and over in my head, and it always seemed to work. Every time something went wrong, in ways I could not have even imagined, there was always just that speck of light I hold on to, and if you keep thinking that things will get better, it does. But how come when I used it for you, it never worked? I prayed for you, though I wasn't religious, I prayed. I prayed that things would get better for us, ...
Weekly Contest #342
It's suffocating.Like something is tearing my lungs apart and crushing them with bare hands.I feel like scratching out of my own skin and flesh until only my bones remain. Someone's always there. Watching and laughing and sneering at me. I can see it, always in the corner of my eye, some demonic-shaped thing waiting for me to trip and fall on my face once more. Make a joke out of myself.Or maybe it'll watch me suffer as I hold in everything I've wanted to spill out. Or maybe it will feast on my remains when I finally break.But wait—No. No, t...
Weekly Contest #331
There are two types of cold: the kind that numbs you slowly, and the kind that strikes all at once. I learned to live with both. I used to think winter was benign, clean and innocent. But that was before I understood what it could take from you. The morning winter breeze was freezing as Uncle Ross and I strolled through the soft pile of snow that barely reached our ankles. The sky was a gentle shade of grey that gave an oddly pleasant feeling of solitude. Of stillness. As if the cascade of snowflakes should not be bothered, and should be kep...
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