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Weekly Contest #167
Coma Girl Written By: Lilac St.Madden THE DREAM ZONE There was a night that everything changed. My health, my family, my friends, and mainly, my thoughts. Now they say some thoughts are invasive. I've had my fair share of those. But for some reason, those intrusive thoughts seeped into my dreams, somehow causing me to fall into a coma, because of utter shock and confusion, causing stress to my brain. Now I'm confused as well. But I'm in this coma, helpless, forced to listen but not speak, be touched but not touch, be seen but not see. While ...
Weekly Contest #166
Loyal in a Violent Way Written by: Lilac St.Madden Trigger warning: Mental health, physical violence, underage substance usage. "I quit! I've watched him go from girl to girl for six months straight." "Vienna, don't be a quitter, you've liked him for so long, please don't give up. It could still work out." I spun around on my desk chair, while my best friend, Camryn sat down on the floor. "It would've worked if he hadn't Un-rejected Alexa." "It doesn't mean y'all can't be together." "It kind of does.” I began to start crying, I had liked t...
Weekly Contest #140
TRIGGER WARNING: This contains sensitive topics such as mental health issues, substance abuse, and suicide. Remember to Forget Written By: Wren St.Madden "What's your name?" The doctor asked. "Faith." "Last name?" I stared at the floor, my head tilted a bit. My black hair tangled in knots, my skin pale as a ghost. Black circles under my tired eyes. My lips were chapped, my skin was peeling. 11 bruised ribs, and 4 broken fingers. "Last name?" The doctor repeated. I shrugged. I knew it, but I'd forgotten how to pronounce it. "I know ...
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