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Submitted to Contest #89
TW:// Mention of Suicide And we fell in love, got married, and lived a perfect life. I finally got what I wanted. To say goodbye to her one last time. I kiss him, such a perfect bride. He takes his hand in mine. I wed the one I love. He's practically beaming, and so am I. I walk down the aisle, my father on my arm. And his heartbroken face can't say no. I give one week before I propose. To seal a life, which I've always wanted. I prepare my final plan. At the lowest in his life is when I target. I acknowledge that...
Submitted to Contest #88
TW:// Mention of suicidal thoughts I hate the sun. I hate the heat. I hate the dryness. I hate...everything here. I pull a book from the shelf and walk towards my chair. The spindly wooded chair is accompanied by a cockroach. Another thing to dislike about here. Brushing it off I sit down, reclused in the shade. The book I'm holding is not one I'm familiar with. It's dark, sleek, and contains the outline of an "x" on the front. Opening it, a letter falls out. "Some things aren't worth giving up." -Exodus "Promises and wishes are best ke...
Submitted to Contest #84
"The cold. The cold is the only thing I know. It crawls in my skin, infesting me, leaving a-" Poetic, I smile. A piercing ring cuts through the room. I jump to my feet, a backpack and filter in hand. The crash door sets in, sealing off the air. I grab Bailey by the hair. Unfazed, she grabs her backpack and reaches for my hand. I tap on the door, weak spots only, and it limply falls. We run. Jump, sprint, run. The map of the base spreads out in my head. Left Left, straight. We're greeted by a guard, "Walkers of the full moon?...
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