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Submitted to Contest #201
Per the recommendation of my therapist who, if I may be so impolite as to mention, does not appear to know an ass from an elbow, I am going to write here about the events that have transpired today. This is despite the fact that today has not been different than any other day, and thus all of the details I paint out here will be the exact same thought processes I have been conveying to said therapist verbally for the past seven months, but I digress. As for what occurred today… I went through all of Her social media photos once again,...
I could feel the music reverberating throughout my entire body, infecting my being in the best way possible. All of my thoughts were a mushy, distant memory, and all that surrounded me in their absence was the bass wailing through the air. People swirled all around me, dancing, laughing, singing, some of them trying in vain to talk to one another. What a beautiful, jumbled mess. Here, in this time and space, nothing mattered. Not the big issues like the politics of the world outside or the shameful atrocities of mankind. Not the little thing...
Submitted to Contest #172
TW: Grief/Loss of a loved one. “I’m so sorry… I love you with all that I am, and I really didn’t mean what I said to you. Don’t go,” I plead with wholehearted regret. I desperately yearn for the words to resonate within your mind before you get the chance to slam the front door closed without a moment’s glance in my direction. By some miracle, of which I know I am entirely undeserving, you hesitate in the doorframe. My heartbeat races as you peer up at me with bloodshot eyes, tears cascading down your beautiful, solemn face. Gently...
Submitted to Contest #141
One star. One. Out of five, to be exact! I spent weeks impatiently waiting for my artwork to be reviewed by the illustrious art critic and painter Dr. Gabriella Montagne and this is what that talentless hack has the audacity to write in the paper? Blasphemy! To be quite honest, I am shaken to my very core at the unrestrained insolence she dares to express towards an artist as remarkable as myself. What does she know anyway? My work is revolutionary while her work is a disgrace to the integrity of the art world. I mean, who actually co...
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