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Submitted to Contest #170
The sunlight pours into the stained glass window, illuminating the small room in a beautiful rainbow of colors. Blues and greens danced across the shelves of books adoring the walls. This room, assumedly a study was my favorite room before the accident. Or so I'm told. I drop to my feet, and admire the tiny dust particles sparkling in the rays. Almost as if someone threw a cloud of glitter or stars. Ever since I lost my memory, the tiniest of things are what bring me peace. Trying to remember anything just leads to pain and frustration. ...
*trigger warning: Blood, murder* The heavy smell of metal and gun powder slams into my nose as I swirl the ice in my drink. A smell I am all to familiar with. I watch as Officer Peter's shoots a hard glare my way. I don't have friends, but if I were to consider myself having one it would be Darren Peters. He was an old childhood comrade, he has always been such a noble guy. In school he had all these aspirations about becoming a cop and saving the day, yada yada yada. Straight A student, never lied. Meanwhile I was always the one in troub...
Submitted to Contest #158
I cough slightly as the warm smoke fills my lungs. Aaron glances in my direction, a gleam of sadness in his eyes. Things weren’t supposed to be this way for us. We sit in silence and absorb the sounds of the forest. This used to be a happy place, our happy place. I feel his icy fingers pry the cigarette from my grasp. I can’t help but watch as he slowly takes a pull, the end glowing amber. “What happened to us?” I hear a voice say barely over a whisper, only to realize it was my own. His eyes never leave mine as he exhale...
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