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Katie Mobley

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our ashes are all the same

Weekly Contest #300

*Small trigger warning- descriptions of burning alive* Margret would miss them so much. She closed her eyes and remembered.—-She started at the beginning. The place it all started.Margret grinned looking up at the columns of books. She had never seen so many in one place before. Her parents were talking to the librarian a couple feet away. And within a few seconds, Margret was gone, the only clue being the light sound of tiny feet pitter-pattering on the carpeted floor. A gaudy style carpet that reminded her of her grandfather’s study he wou...

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It's Called: Freefall (An Interpretation)

*Tw* suicide, self-harm all mentioned and heavily implied *Tw*Her day began with a phone call. Not a normal one begging your pardon. Tani sighed down at the air beneath her. It was a long way down.She pulled out her phone and scrolled onto the contact's screen. It was despicably empty. A little contact for her dad, her sister that lived a couple blocks downtown with her own family, living her own life, and the nameless number Tani had just punched in.Suicide prevention line? Nah.Self-harm hot line? Nah, Tani glanced at her arm. Yeah- bit too...

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Insomnia is (Friends?) with Exhaustion

Insomnia sat at the desk, scratching little tally marks into the wood with her pocketknife, each incision in the soft wood counting out the hours she would waste away night after night. She groaned at the snore behind her and Insomnia stopped, twisting on the chair kicking the sleeping body on the floor by her. He grumbled only shifting despite the nasty kick. Insomnia sighed rubbing her forehead.“Come on dude, I can’t do this project all by myself, you’ve got to work a bit on it too big guy.” she said rolling her eyes as he lifted his head....

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This Is The En-

I wait for him on the couch dressed up in a modest colonial style dress- so different from what I was used to. My eyes flick between the door and the camera propped on the mantel, it’s black lens shuttering and rotating junkily. When I got married to Mark, I didn’t think this what I was to get, a housewife constantly watched. A knock sounded on the door, and I faintly smiled for the camera before standing and peeking through the door crack, swinging it wider at the sight of my formally dressed husband, our matching rings twinkled as he rippe...

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Green Tea Journal

Well. Here I go. You know- When you lose your mom, you don't expect the hollowness. I always thought that it would be like the books described it as.-Seclusion and unwillingness to socialize (I can't not agree with this one)-Guilt, Anger, apathy-The 5 stages of course.I now hate these books. Every. Single. One.Ok,ok- too much, I get it. I can't possibly hate a book, just dislike it. Sorry- journaling is new for me. I guess I'm not really doing this right am I? Here-let's just restart. Dear diary-I'm in love, and I'm in grief- I miss my mom, ...

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Serial Killer Therapy Group: Meeting One

Weekly Contest #285

*T/W, Mentions of Killing and Mental Health*“She sat by him, and they gazed into the sunset. He held a can of something he wouldn’t drink, and she placed a cigarette she would never light in her mouth. The radio blasted music, the oceans waves slamming down rhythmically, and everything was perfect.The world seemed to pause for a moment, to take in the wonderful second.A memory never replaced or forgotten.Something book worthy.Love.Taking his hand, they left behind the props and danced in the sand, the rays highlighting them as the waves skim...

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The Man Down On Elms Street (Volume 1, Epi 2)

Includes mentions of abuse/ traumatic events*Parker set his bowl aside, and thanked Lieutenant Chase again. Kate quickly followed his lead, placing her bowl in his. Chase frowned, “Where you three off to?”“We have to go pick up Oliver before it gets sundown, we don’t want Mrs. McConnell to worry.” Kate said pulling Lizzy up from where she had been playing with a stack of pine needles, twisting them into braids.“Noooo! Waitttt, I want to stayyyy” she cried, big baby eyes staring into Kate’s soul. Kate sighed shaking her head, “No Lizzy, We ha...

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A Nightingale's Tale

Weekly Contest #281

"Live like you die tomorrow"The Birds;He first came when the sun set. The fledglings were still squawking on the highest branches when he slinked through the undergrowth- mischief in his steps. The great night hunters- The Owls sat in wait, their bright amber eyes following his tracks. While the songbirds went to sleep, the Owls would remember and whisperer the tales to the singers to spread through the forest upon daybreak. The Mockingbird sings his melancholy echo. His interest perked in the figure passing below. The Nightingale watches: h...

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Zero, Hollow, and Nothing

Mentions of Suicide/ Mental health*An early songbird was singing outside my window. No cars rushed past the road outside- no shouts from the neighbors echoed into the room. I was alone. So terribly alone.Shuffling out of my bed and over the window I saw no one. Fear began to force me into hyperventilation. My eyes turned dilated- becoming primal like they never had before. I was alone. Forcing open the door I sprinted out of my room screaming for Terry.I felt phantom hands on my shoulders. A memory of better times. Tearing away from the hand...

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The Man Down on Elms Street (Volume 1)

*Mentions of Abuse/ Drug use/ Violence*Parker sat on the steps of his home. Inside were his parents, screaming, per usual.Beside him sat his little sister Lizzy, pressing a damp rag to her forehead, it came away with blood. Not a lot, but enough to make her cry. Parker wrapped his arm around her shoulders, whispering how it would be ok. His little brother wheeled around the cracked, overgrown driveway on his rusting scooter. Giggling at the bumps, pushing the scooter to go faster over them, rattling the wheels roughly. Mama had bought that s...

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Tamara and the Demon

*Based off of the tale of Tamara and Demon/ Includes sexual mentions*Tamara sat by his grave wiping a tear from her wet cheeks. Beside her sat her betrothed's killer, Demon. He had given her no name to call him by only to know him as Demon, a fitting name for him.He gazed at her tear-stained face, tenderly wiping away her tears. She glared at him, her face distraught."You're a heinous creature you know." she told him through her sobs. Demon nodded, knowing she would bend to his love one day. Tamara straightened her dress, trying viciously to...

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Story of the Daredevils

My name is Genesis Dare.Once a lifetime, everyone is given the ability to dare you one thing. Anything.Eat a booger, go sky diving, face your biggest fear, Kill a person. Anything.Today I get to have my dare. My chance to be a daredevil.It started long, long ago. With a small group of kids. Friends, and a lurker. This is the story my mother told me. Her mother told her, and her mother told her. On and on it went. Generation by generation.This is the story of the Daredevils.---The year is 245 in Simvian standards. Kalena was in her final year...

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I Was Only

Weekly Contest #276

I was only a baby when I first met my mother.The memories of that day never really stayed with me, but I can assume I was crying. Thick baby tears slipping down my chubby baby cheeks.Her holding me tight, whispering that she loved me as my father held her shoulders, murmuring his love and awe at me.My big doe eyes looking up at her charming face wondering,"Who is this person? Who am I?"Then her bringing my small, swaddled body up to her face, kissing my face all over until my cries turn to laughter."Katie" she would whisper, "Mama loves you....

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