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Submitted to Contest #264
How do I do this? How do I go on without you? It was supposed to be you. It was supposed to be me and you, together forever and now you’re gone. How do I get you back? I can’t, I can’t do any of this without you. How do I move? How do I get out of bed? My muscles have atrophied, and I have nothing left. The air feels hard to breathe. I want to take in the sweet, easy air but instead it is arid and dry and sharp, puncturing my lungs. Everything feels heavy. I can't get up. I don't want to. What do I have to get up for anymore? Where's the mea...
Submitted to Contest #262
The humidity assaulted Janie as she opened up the car door. Her hair immediately frizzing up. Janie was fairly tall and slender. Her features had always been too big for her face but lately they were settling nicely. She was pretty but didn’t see herself that way. Her naturally brunette hair, highlighted blond, usually bounced with waves and curls; however, tonight she decided to straighten it which she immediately regretted. Her friend, Billy, had parked in the big lot behind their favorite bar, Toppers. Billy and Janie had been friends for...
Submitted to Contest #261
“This is stupid. I don’t want to write about what I’m thankful for. Why do you always make me do things you like? I’m not you!” Maddison argued with her mom immediately after she had handed her a journal with ‘Gratitude’ written across the cover. Her mom was worried about her lately. Her attitude had slowly started changing along with her outlook on school and friends. She had come home from school a few days ago and called herself stupid, insisting that she had no friends and that no one liked her. For obvious reasons, she was concerned. Sh...
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