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Submitted to Contest #152
TW: Alcohol abuse, neglect, suicidal thoughts and self harm... I got you Where am I? Wait… Who am I? Fuck… What am I?! All I see is darkness. A sort of red darkness, and I feel strangely light, like I’m weightless, or maybe I'm floating? The world grows brighter with each passing second, or maybe it’s minutes? I don´t know, I can´t really be sure of anything right now, in fact I´m incredibly unsure of everything right now. As the red grows gradually pinker, my anticipation grows with it, and I am finally… elsewhere… It takes a minute ...
Submitted to Contest #83
TW: attempted suicide, death It was still dark out, but the horizon was beginning to turn pink. As the sun began to rise, the light shining reflected in the ocean. I stood with my bare feet, in the sand, as small waves repeatedly washed over them, cooling them. It was a warm morning, for early spring, so I wasn’t cold. As I watched the sunrIse, I notIced the water begIn to rIpple and splash, not too far from the shore. I took a few steps, Into the water, the brim of my pants were getting soaked, but I didn’t care, because I had just se...
Submitted to Contest #71
Our story begins, in small town, in late November. Where a bakery opened up, down the street from another one. In a small town like this, that was big news and everybody knew and talked about it, and what it meant. Competition. The bakery, that had been there for generations, had just been handed down, to the daughter, of the former owners, who had retired. Her name was Amethyst Thompson, Amy for short. She was 29 years old. Her parents had her, when they were quite old, having only found one another, later in life. Amy had worked in the bak...
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