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Shortlisted for Contest #76 ⭐️
WinterSadie is an overthinker. Sadie spent all morning deciding whether to wear the blue blouse or the green sweater. She contemplated too long on which shirt would make her look effortlessly casual and after much internal debate, she settled on the blue. As she walked out of her apartment, it just felt wrong so she turned back to change into the green sweater. She’s behind schedule now but she feels better in green so it was worth it.Hi, I’m Sadie, the internal monologue rushes her along the street.It’s a beautiful day isn’t it. I’m sure yo...
Submitted to Contest #49
It’s the same thing every day. I find myself in this same line waiting for the same boring lunch with the same boring friend while we chat about the same boring things. All of the sameness could really make a person go insane. That’s why I have to get out of here. I still have approximately 1,095 days left before I’m free to live my own life on my terms. Everything that I do within these next 1,000 or so days will make or break whether I truly make it out for good.Maybe I can figure out a way to graduate early and I can cut a few hundred day...
Submitted to Contest #47
Do you even know how to begin again? It’s been so long. It feels forced and tight. Each sentence feels like digging deep into the recesses of your brain and feeling nothing but dust. How do you even begin again when it’s been so long since you’ve truly sat with yourself? Truly looked inside that part of yourself that was locked away when the world became too real? Do you remember the last time you felt inspired? When you got that spark and you had to get it all down as quickly as possible or else it would be snatched away from you? T...
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