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Submitted to Contest #76
CW: emotional abuse and mentions of physical abuse “Don’t test me Arlow, I don’t want this from you.” “It doesn’t matter Jude, please, calm down.” “NO! You just want to hurt me, you don’t care about me at all!” “That isn’t true, I do care about you, I’ve always cared about you, babe, that’s why-” “Shut up! You hate me, I know that you hate me!” “Stop it, that hurts. Don’t hit me… I don’t want to do this, I really don’t but this isn’t good for us!” “You can’t say that, our relationship is the only good thing in my life, it...
Submitted to Contest #75
“Mutatio arise from another realm, For here my soul feels overwhelm Take me now to another home Where someone new I can become,” Sabrina finished the spell before a cool breeze whisked around her and fog filled the room. She stood tall as her 3’7” frame would hold her as the deity formed. “Who here summoned me?” Mutatio looked around the room- appearing to not quite see the small girl before him. “I did sir!” she announced in her meek voice. Mutatio looked down at the girl and doubled over laughing, he leaned ...
Submitted to Contest #74
Trigger warning: eating disorder 1.My mothers hair, Everyone said I had my mothers hair. I never wanted to be anything like her. Living with her past in the small town I grew up in only led to me being mistaken for her. Over and over again. I’d had enough of my mothers hair. I’d had enough of braiding it and combing it trying to get it into a hairstyle where someone wouldn’t immediately ask if I was her daughter. I’d had enough styling at all. I cut it all off, up to my ears. It was short and no longer looked like hers. But it s...
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