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Submitted to Contest #330
How Silence Feels I still remember the first day of psychology class—the room buzzing with nervous chatter, notebooks half-open, everyone pretending to look calmer than they felt. Deadmau5 plays in one corner of the room while the other corner talks about English from the last period. Even in the chatter and the chaos, the clock on the wall seems to tick louder with each passing moment. Then you walked in, the professor with an armful of books and quiet confidence, and the room fell into an uneasy silence. As you set your things down, we al...
As a baby we often fear the loud noise and not having our momma near, as young toddlers we fear strangers in general, and as we grow a little older, our fears change to the stern doctor and the dentist, hiding behind the mask. We fear what they might do to us even as we hang tightly to our parent with pint sized fists. Strangers are not the only thing we fear as we start growing through childhood. The boogie man, the monsters in the closet, a ghost that bangs on steel pipes within the basement, the goblins under the bed and giant frogs that ...
Submitted to Contest #272
In some ways, it feels like an eternity since I have turned. In other ways, it feels like only yesterday. Has it only been fifty-odd years since that eerie night around the campfire? I suppose I should start at the beginning. Maybe then you can begin to understand life from my point of view; the point of view of a young vampire. However, I wonder where to start: before I turned or after? I guess I begin with what I know. To know one is to understand the other, I suppose; my human existence compared to the vampire life. This begins the story ...
Submitted to Contest #258
I am dog-tired as I stretch my aching legs before me on the chaise lounge. It is already 6 o’clock and I have not even thought about supper yet. I consider my achy bones and bunched-up muscles as I ponder whether making dinner for one is worth it. As I procrastinate, images of refrigerator contents float through my foggy brain. I could always warm up some left-over Lasagna and those Italian Green Beans my mom gave me from her perfect, oversized garden. Unconsciously, I groan as I make my unsteady way to the darkened kitchen on the other side...
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