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Submitted to Contest #32
When my eyes open, the space on the bed beside me is still cold and empty. The room is pitch black besides the small sliver of light that peeks through the hideous purple curtains that I had despised so much, but have come to love since her passing. My entire body feels numb and my head is swarming with bees of depression, but then I remember. It doesn't have to be like this. I snap my fingers, and time now stands still. The chirping birds outside have frozen mid-flight to their nest, and the monotonous television show has frozen mid-frame. ...
Submitted to Contest #23
For the first time in forever, it was just me and Jasper for the holidays. We had just moved out of our parent’s homes, and were ready to take the next step in our relationship. As much as we loved our parents, we wanted this Christmas to be special. Living in California, a white Christmas was completely out of the question. So rather than spend another Christmas in sixty degree weather with our parents, we rented a little cabin in Milad in the forest, hoping for a white Christmas. Our first Christmas with just the two of us. But it di...
Submitted to Contest #2
“Good morning, Rian.” I jolt awake, a pool of sweat surrounding me in my bed. I could have sworn I heard her voice....”Have you missed me?” My neck pops as my head jolts around, trying to find her face. The room is dark, but I can see her sea green eyes clearer than day. There she is, sitting in the corner of my room in her favorite bean bag chair. “Yay, you’re awake.” She stands up, and runs over to the side of my bed. Every movement seems so real and lively. Her shoulder length, sunflower blonde hair bobbed with every movement. It’s ...
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