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Weekly Contest #172
***Trigger warning; themes of attempted suicide, death, afterlife and missed opportunity***#The hairs on her arm stood alert as the cold wind swept across her skin, her mother would have called her foolish for not wearing a coat and any other day Charlotte might have cared. But not today. Today she felt numb and unfeeling. She thought back to that dreaded email, unable to comprehend the meaning behind those little black characters on the screen.Was it true? Was he really planning on leaving for the US. Charlotte kicked a stone hard and it fl...
Weekly Contest #128
‘I can’t drink it,’‘Oh, come on Susan, what good is this doing anybody?’‘None! It’s not doing any good - for anyone!’ Susan slammed the tea cup down, the light brown liquid sloshed over the sides and onto her Eichholtz Umberto Dining Table.‘Susan!’ George jumped up and rushed to the kitchen, bringing back a napkin to wipe up the tea, ‘what’s come over you?’Susan didn’t answer but stood and made her way towards the dining room door, eying the ridiculously expensive ornaments on her fireplace as she left.It was a glorious summer day outside bu...
Weekly Contest #127
‘No more!” Kyla screamed. That was the last time she would ever fall for another stupid guy. Kyla threw the bedroom door shut behind her and fell onto the bed. Her muscles screamed with the tension of the evening. Kyla burrowed her face within the folds of her pillow and let the tears she had fought so hard to hold back, stream down her face. It wasn’t long before the pillow was drenched with the liquid of her sorrow. Was it her? Did she just attract them? Kyla thought back to earlier that evening when her date had leant towards her and pl...
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