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Weekly Contest #97
She is different. Everyone knows it. From the way she walks to the way she talks to the way she dresses to the way she speaks up. From the way her bun is slightly crooked to the way her smile is brighter than the sun to the way she always wears a bright yellow rain jacket, even on the days where everybody can’t seem to even touch a sweatshirt. I am ordinary. I am not horribly ugly or charmingly handsome. I am not stupid nor am I a genius. I am not brave, I am timid. This is how the world works. And on Thursdays, when schools out, she will...
Weekly Contest #96
The blanket is light and soft, airy and thin. Blood is splattered everywhere, and I grin. How stupid he was to think I had forgiven him. How stupid he was to ask for a place to stay after he had gotten kicked out by his ex. How stupid he was to think I was sane. The guest room was large and oval-shaped, with a large crystal window that took up almost the whole wall. I breathe in the scent of jasmine and gore as my fingers itch for something, something to pull and tear and rip apart into tiny little pieces. It happened so long ago, hadn’t i...
Weekly Contest #95
TW: suicidal ideation The door was smooth and clean, white marble lined with gold. A silver plaque sat above a misty-glass window. I stood in front of Room 213. If I opened it, that was it. It would be the last door I would ever open. I pictured everything that had led up to this moment. I let my body fall into something part present and part past. I could wait a few more minutes before my life ended. Two months earlier… “What?” I shrieked, my voice tearing my hoarse throat as he rubbed his arm. “I’m sorry,” he said for the twentieth ti...
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