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Weekly Contest #94
“I dare you to take drugs, Jacks got some” giggled Tina, “I’ll do it” as I reached out my hand my eyes opened with a start, same old nightmare. Funny thing is, who would've thought a dare would be so dangerous. What was my friend thinking. Why? why did none of us think it was stupid. Jess had known it was stupid. Here we are, reality. I lay here, cold white walls, airless and too hot. “Do you want a coffee” Tina asked nervously, was she my friend I thought to myself. Or was this, the once a month visit that I received to ease ...
As I came out of the toilets into the hall, music was blaring, lights were dazzling I wondered where my husband was. He was always the center of attention, drinking too much, laughing and having fun with everyone. Although not model handsome, he was definitely handsome, without a doubt. I smiled to myself, thinking how much I loved him and our little family. We had a nice house, horses, dogs and all the things I had wished for, growing up. I was a Southern country girl at heart and he was a Northern country lad. We had met throug...
I stood by the sink, hands in hot soapy water looking out as the rain poured endlessly down. The Devon hedge was full of beautiful spring growth, bluebells glistening and in a quiet daze, I pulled myself back from the calm countryside to the shrieks, shouts and screams. Thinking to myself I hope everyone is Okay but I didn’t dare ask. The noise was my children Ronny 5 the quiet wind up merchant, acting like Perfect Peter and the Butter wouldn't melt one etc and Jemima 10, the loud easy to wind up, you always blame me, no- one understands me ...
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