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Weekly Contest #94
I watch as my husband’s hand hovers over the last of the paperwork for the divorce. The shape of his lips pressed firmly into a thin line as his eyes scan the page again and again. In his mind, I can imagine gears turning, like he's waiting to throw one last reason for this to not happen at me. But he doesn’t and with a sigh, he picks up the pen beside him and signs on the dotted line. He looks at it for a moment, his eyes wide like he's surprised to see his name there before he places the pen down and leans back on the couch beside me. ...
Weekly Contest #60
I was never meant to exist. Since I was a kid I’ve always believed that to be true. I never really felt I belonged here on earth. Loneliness was just par for the course. Even in groups, a small part of me would always feel cold inside, like something was wrong. A puzzle piece stuck in the wrong box that didn’t quite fit with the others. So when I was running to a home that had been turned to rubble on that fateful day the sky started raining fire, being the only person left around didn’t scare me. At first I searched for my parents and fou...
Weekly Contest #35
The floating head in the punch bowl was what first alerted me that something was wrong. The first tip-off should’ve been my friends and classmates going into a blind rage and biting each other’s faces off, but the hors d'oeuvres table was blocking the entryway. Cowering underneath it was Maddison Carver. The queen of Spring formal. After snatching a cup of pretzels that were a perfect golden brown I squat down beside her. I’ll be honest, seeing miss perfect with mascara tears ruining her cakey face gave me a bit of joy for a moment. It...
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