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“Look, man, I think I know where it is. It’s gotta be down here somewhere.” Nick told his friend Johnny on the way down the creaky basement stairs. The mission: find Nick’s spare controller to his Xbox—so Nick, as he thought, could kick Johnny’s ass in a few rounds of Mortal Kombat. The basement lit up at the bottom once Nick hit the light switch. Old and new junk lined the white walls and made piles on the floor where boxes and totes stacked around the space. Nick led Johnny over to the pile he called ‘new junk’. His new junk. Being an on...
Submitted to Contest #230
** This story contains sensitive content (mental health, trauma, violence), one use of strong language. It was time we got out of the house. I proposed that we go fishing at the old spot my father used to take me when I was younger. It was the perfect outing to spend quality family time together. Just me, Julia, Allie, and Leo. Julia told me from the start after picking Allie up from the camp that we’d need to spend as much quality time together as we could before she’d move on. I didn’t know if she was talking about college or not. Allie ...
Submitted to Contest #225
Note: Mention of death. The camera and lights were set up. I was ready to finally begin and finish this project being my self-portrait. My school’s art program opened up the category in the contest letting us students “create ourselves”. There was a one hundred dollar cash prize involved for each category. The idea sounded so refreshing to me. Art or not, I’d love to create myself—or re-create myself. I had one major flaw that I would like to be set free from. It made me feel incomplete, like there was one piece of the puzzle missing from ...
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