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Submitted to Contest #325
I woke up baffled; my mind ajar questioning my own existence. Was that really a dream? I uncover myself and plant my feet on the rough carpeted floor. The sensation on my toes, the palms of my feet reminding me that I am still alive. I stand up and head for the restroom, taking a moment, a pause to stand in front of the mirror and gaze at myself. I look pathetic. A shattering image of myself appearing in front of me. What have I become? After having almost a mid life crisis at the start of the day I managed to gather myself enough for a cup ...
Tomorrow is a new day. Will anything come of it though? Probably not. I yearn for a fix, a solution to this deep unsettling dread that comes with life. Each day like the last, the mundane toils working that nine to five, meandering through the door as mindless as a zombie. The little joys in life getting me through it. Forever wondering if this is it, was there ever any meaning after all?Well, here it is, tomorrow the new day. That alarm blaring its horn into my soul, sending shivers down my spine. "Ya gotta wake up" it says, but do I really...
Submitted to Contest #274
I hear a scream coming from my mom's bedroom. "Get off me", she screams. I rush down the hall to see my stepfathers hand around her throat, pushing her up against the wall. I grab him by the waist, I'm 16 at the time, I've came to size, plenty big enough to put up a fight. I throw him onto the bed on the right, pin him down, he shuffles his shoulders, screaming "get the fuck off of me" trying to free himself from my grip. I pick him up and fling him into their brand new dresser chipping a corner piece of a drawer. He lands on the floor, the ...
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