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Weekly Contest #69
My dad's death was simply unexpected. Every day I'm haunted by the scene of his death. I was there. I was six. I watched my dad fall through the ice and into a really deep lake. I was a helpless six year old. I tried so hard to grab his arm through the crack in the ice but all I could see was his scared and shivering face sinking deeper and deeper down. When I realized that I finally needed help, I screamed. I should've known better but I was six years old. We were pretty much in the middle of nowhere. This lake was pretty private. I deci...
Weekly Contest #63
Nostalgia. Jumping on my trampoline in my backyard left me feeling nostalgic. I felt like a child again. No worries. Just jumping and laughing to myself. It sounds sad and even lonely but it really wasn't for the first time in a long time, I felt comfortable being by myself. Moving is a scary thing to do, especially when you have nobody to comfort you physically. Sure, I have my parents but that's it. My brothers are already gone and moved out. I don't have someone who will be there with me and who understands the pain of being the new kid....
Weekly Contest #62
When I turned 12, in a small town in New York, I knew my future. I knew it from the beginning of my life but I didn't accept my future thoughts until I turned 12. I thought that everyone had their own set path. I guess I was erroneous."What do you wish for?" My mother asked me on my twelfth birthday."What's there to wish for? I already know my future outcome. You got me a makeup set and a diary with a purple pen that you got from A.C. Moore," I said without any form of hesitation.My mother cocked her head and stared at me with such confusion...
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