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Submitted to Contest #237
This story contains themes of grief and death. "How're you feeling?" Jack asks, blonde-brown hair falling annoyingly fetchingly over his giant forehead. Seriously, a confusion of wildebeests could comfortably stampede on it. It wouldn't even be a stampede, it would be a leisurely stroll on the empty expanse. "Kara?" He checks again, smiling down at me softly, pulling back my hair from my own sweaty temple, gazing at me as if he loves me even when I look like crap. The audacity. "How're you feeling, hon?""I just pushed an 8-pound human throug...
Submitted to Contest #217
Ellie, Age 13 Ellie Harper. Ellie Noah Harper. Mrs Noah Harper. Just scribbled words on a page, but the shape of them in my eyes, the sound they make in my head, is enough to make my heart pound louder than if a bomb were to go off right in my room. The mental images they invoke make my cheeks heat up. Noah kissing me with those full, pouty lips whenever he wants. His big, strong arms around me whenever I want. That dimpled smile on his handsome face, just for me. Him saying his wedding vows. To me. We’ll have the pre...
Submitted to Contest #215
Trigger warnings: Sensitive content with mentions of Mental health, Physical violence, gore and abuse That look on an adult’s face when I do something unpredictable, never gets old. Or less entertaining, or more heady. First, it’s this knee-jerk expression that’s a blend of morbid fascination and terror they’re helpless to hide. Then it’s followed right after by a braver veneer after they’ve reminded themselves that I’m just a kid and there’s no reason to be truly afraid of me because there’s no way a kid is truly messed up. Mischievous and...
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