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Weekly Contest #320
My eyes open to pitch blackness. There is no sound coming from anywhere. I try to spot light…any light around the disgusting shed, but there’s none. The smell of blood, vomiting, and urine fills my nostril, and I have to will myself to keep my vile insides on the inside of my stomach. How long have I been here?Days? Weeks? Please tell me it hasn’t been months?!The awful smell is mostly coming from me. The torn blouse is nothing but shreds now, and my pants were discarded days ago. Or was it weeks ago? How did I get here? What did I do to des...
The street was quiet. The cool autumn breeze arose chills on her arm as she sat on her mother’s front porch. She knew packing her mother’s things was going to be hard; but immobilization had set. She closes her eyes and flashbacks of her childhood played her mind. Their discussions in the kitchen and debates in the living room about societal topics. Or talking about Jesus and the love of God. A honk of a horn drew her away from her thoughts. The memories were in her heart, but knowing new memories would never be created broke her ...
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