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Submitted to Contest #168
I used to be terrified at the prospect of leaving. To leave something, someone, anything that I knew and grew close to, was always a thought I avoided having. I try not to get attached to people, places, or things, but it’s hard not to fall in love when my existence kisses the existence of something else. The beach town upstate that feels like it’s all my own, the man I fell in love with nearly two years ago and with whom I want to spend my life, every letter I’ve ever received from my cross-continental penpal. Places, people, things. I hate...
Submitted to Contest #167
“You’re not real.” I stared daggers into its gaping black eyes. It stared back, emptily. This thing couldn’t stare daggers if it tried. There’s nothing inside it. “Aren’t I?” I felt cold inside. I couldn’t say anything more, I was simply too afraid to blink. Too afraid to breathe…but I did. I was panting. As cold as I felt inside of my body, my mind, my lungs, I was sweating on the outside. I was terrified. The next thing I could comprehend was waking up. I know I wasn’t dreaming. My pillow was drenched in sweat, how could a dream ha...
I remember when I was the “football star’s girlfriend”; the 18-year-old trophy wife to a guy who had it all. He was walking straight down his brightly-lit path to NFL greatness, and I was walking right alongside him on a leash. At least the beginning was nice, even if it was brief. I daydream about what could’ve been, about the life I had as his girl. The late nights, the apologies, the feeling of his hands on me, the things that stayed between only us. It hurts, but he looks into my eyes, he kisses me, he makes sure I know how much he lov...
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