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Submitted to Contest #37
Since I can remember, I always played in the woods behind my grandparents’ house.We visited once a week every season from the moment I was born till now.It was a magical place.It was a land you could create stories and be princesses or knights or witches or rebels in hoods.It was an escape from the adults and the responsibilities.It was a safe place. To me anyway.It wasn’t anymore.For three years now.Standing at the edge of the property my grandparents still owned with a large beautiful country house and gardens blossoming around them in the...
Have you ever believed in fate, something so mysterious and thrilling and terrifying it could be the meaning to so much that happens to you and others?Have you ever believed in fate bringing two people together?Two people with a destiny.Two people meant for each other.Two people meant to do something that would affect their own lives, or the lives of others, or be the dominos to an event that in a small or large way be cataclysmic.Rubbish. I know right.I don’t believe in fate.It’s something that can be tied with coincidence and timing and ir...
It took a long time for me to understand the difference between telling a lie, and keeping a secret.I suppose in a way, there is not really a big difference.You lie to divert the truth, and to keep a secret you lie.However, lies are told all the time. A child takes a cookie before dinner, lies to their parent in hopes of earning another treat for dessert without having to tell of the naughty indulgence they had without consent. A husband lies to his wife about paying the bill when she asked, when he feels like doing it later and not having t...
Submitted to Contest #36
BASED ON REAL LIFE EVENTS OF ME. February 23rd 2011Dear Diary,Ugh, dear God I can’t believe I started with that.Dear...damn...Diary.How about this?Dear Damn Diary, I hate you.Great introduction.I am not writing this because I want to, but because I have to.My school counsellor thought it would be a healthy way to release some of the weight that I hold in with the thoughts and words I wish to express from the crap I deal with daily. It’s better than wasting my parents’ money to go see a therapist in a town who would be as helpful as a st...
Submitted to Contest #35
You are your best company.That’s what my grandmother told me growing up.No matter how many friends you have, or how close you are with your family, or if your hubby or wifey are the greatest person in the world to talk to, the best person to spend time with was you.Grandmother Beatrice was now sitting in a home with Alzheimer’s disease, constantly talking to the air or her reflection, and reintroducing herself to her favourite mangy stray cat, Shakespeare. It was easy to not question her logic and agree that even right now, her company was a...
Submitted to Contest #34
“You cheating whore!”My mother glared daggers at my father who had just barked so loud the cards on the table vibrated on the polished wood. Throwing her cards down onto the table, Mom screamed back, “You started it!”“I did not!”“Yes, you did! I saw you! Don’t you deny it you scumbag!”I never knew that this was how our family fun game night was going to go.This was more intense.Honestly, it was also far more enjoyable as well.Oh, by the way, they weren’t fighting because of UNO either.Friday nights were meant for unwinding and spending force...
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