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I turn the final bend of the airport corridor and quickly scan the crowd for my families faces. I spot them standing off to the left, an awkward space separates my older brother and father. Timidly I make my way over, the suitcase trailing behind like a dog forced to go to the vet.Quickly, they envelop me in a warm huge and I instantly break down. I try to stifle the sobs as embarrassment settles in and heads turn our way. Far from successful, I start sobbing even harder and have to bury my face in my hands. In the distance, I can make out t...
Weekly Contest #76
In novels, the weather typically reflects the mood. Today would have been a dreary day if this held any truth. Rain would pitter-patter on windows with an empty echo, and the sky would bellow out with loud cries of thunder. Instead, it was a crisp autumn day. The sun shined through the shifting clouds, and slight gusts of winds ruffled the leaves. In a quaint sitting room are two people. To the rest of the world, they are nobodies. Just a tiny insignificant part of the world compared to the billions that walk this planet. To them, th...
Weekly Contest #75
Trigger warning: suicide I stare into the oncoming train lights. After Sam and Devon, I had vowed that in this life, I would never love again. Damn my heart that I follow with such blindness. My head is swarming with memories that hold so much pain. I can barely stand. I can scarcely breathe. My heart strains like a sack of grain almost splitting in half. Reason tries to make my feet move, but I am rigid. Nothing can stop me. Nothing can knock me over, not even this train. I am ready to meet oblivion. Finally...
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