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Submitted to Contest #233
July 2nd, 2013 My therapist told me this would be a good idea. I’m not entirely convinced. It’s obvious I have to try something though. What I’ve been doing hasn’t been working. The choices available to me are pretty clear. Dr. Martin says writing down my thoughts will help me focus on what I need to do. My parents have been worried about me. I get it. I’m just so angry all the time. What even is the point? You think your life will go one way and then it U-turns into oncoming traffic. Boom. Crash. 10 car pileup. Everything got s...
It had been more than 20 years since he’d seen her. Fernando didn’t really blame her, at least not as an adult. It was tough when he was younger. Not many children would understand the realities of how a civil war could separate a family. Even fewer children would accept the fact that their mother would send them away for their own safety. He adapted as best he could, which was not well. For the longest time, he pretended to be Cuban. Not that he was ashamed, it was just easier to pretend as opposed to hearing strangers fumble the ...
Submitted to Contest #227
She does not rise. I do. The Abyss claimed us for longer than we had planned. No matter, we did not have much say in the situation. I woke up first as had always been the case through our long lives together. I breathed deep, the air afterwards was always musty and unpleasant, but I always loved the first breath. It tasted like new. My body creaked and cracked as I began to move. It took an uncomfortable amount of time to get my muscles and bones to follow my orders again. The rest we experience was never particularly deep, but it was nec...
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