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Submitted to Contest #108
TW/domestic violence/miscarriage/suicidal thoughts It was a cold night as I sat shivering on the beach, listening to the waves crash onto the shore. My eye was throbbing with pain, turning as black as the night sky. This beach is my only solace away from home. Away from hell. Away from him.It wasn’t always like this. In the beginning he was charming, handsome and a perfect gentleman. Those qualities changed the minute we got married. I remember our honeymoon like it was yesterday. What was supposed to be a night of r...
TW: addiction/drugs/foul languageI will never forget that morning. Which is quite surprising because I never remembered most of my mornings or nights. This particular morning was different. It was ugly. Which isn’t saying much because most of my days and nights had become filled with some sort of ugliness. Or shame. This particular morning I awoke inside of a cardboard box. Yes, you read that right. A cardboard box. Well, it was more like a couple of cardboard boxes strewn together to make some kind of dwelling. A fort if you will. ...
Submitted to Contest #106
I get up bright and early on a Saturday morning, like I’ve done a thousand times before, and before I do anything else, I check the messenger chat on my I-phone to see if we are on schedule, or if anything has changed. It appears we are right on schedule. I pad across the floor to the kitchen, seeking out that life-giving machine, universally known as the coffee pot, and flip the switch. I let my dogs out of the back door, and while I am outside with them, I also fill the birdfeeder. I enjoy watching the little finches who come to ...
Submitted to Contest #105
I follow him out the door. The sunshine warms me, the breeze is full of all the wonderful smells of our little world. I can smell the grasses and the flowers, our neighbors cooking. I hear the wind whispering through trees as I walk beside my best friend. He smells like home. I know the way well, we walk it often. Nothing warms my heart more than to just be with him. I love being outside and I love our walks. Even though we do not speak the same language, I know some of his words, we do understand each other. ...
THE JOY MISSION Lauryn stood at her kitchen sink, looking out the window, filling the coffee pot with water. This was the first pot of coffee she and her husband would share in their new home. Jeff was upstairs getting ready for his first day of work since being transferred for his job at an architecture firm. He would have a long drive into the city so they were both up early. The sun was just peeking over the horizon in the distance and Lauryn thought how lucky she was to be able to watch the sun greet her every mornin...
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