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Submitted to Contest #93
Nobody knew why I'd done it, I didn’t know why I'd done it. God. Why was it so hard to walk away? It shouldn’t be a tough move. I knew he was a jerk, or worse. I knew that I was a bigger jerk when I was around him. It just seemed like it was easier not to do anything. Splitting up their stuff. Man. exhausting. It all just felt so overwhelming. But now it was hard not to do something. Now I was scaring myself. “Did you think that he was the one who had hurt Ellie?” asked Christy. I should have said yes. Being wrong was a lot easier to a...
Years. That’s how long it had been and she felt every one of them right now, every day really. It was incredible. It would have been so easy to skip this. Everyone was used to her not showing up anymore. The perfect excuse as she had moved away, to get away? Maybe. But that really wasn’t the point, was it? She was here now. She knew that she would be judged just as she knew that she was going to judge them. They had all been so close once. Or at least she had thought that they were, but maybe that was a lie that she told herself. M...
Submitted to Contest #92
Walking in the Woods next to a small stream I can smell the wet dirt. I thought the trees were maples and oak, but no, they are palms and mangos. The dirt slowly becomes sandy. The forest opens up to the courtyard of a big house with many small houses around it. Home. I can smell the ocean and I am barefoot. There is always the gritty feel of the sand everywhere, and I love it. This little home has a screen door with a basic wood frame gently knocking into place. There is a latch I sometimes use at night to keep the mosquitos out but I only ...
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