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Submitted to Contest #276
The gym was filled with the usual noise—the quick squeak of sneakers on hardwood, the relentless bounce of basketballs, and the hum of teammates talking. It was game day, and my head was a whirlwind. I should’ve been focused, ready, but my mind kept racing to places I didn’t want it to go.For years, I’d been carrying the weight of something I didn’t fully understand myself—bipolar disorder. It wasn’t the diagnosis that bothered me, not really. It was the fear of what people would think if they knew. No one saw the constant shifts in my mood—...
In the land of Shoughad, a kingdom where women were seen as little more than tools for producing heirs and maintaining homes, Princess Amara was born into a life of expectation and disappointment. Her father, King Semarai, had longed for a son to secure his legacy, and when Amara arrived, his hopes were dashed. Instead of the joy that should have accompanied her birth, her arrival brought a cold, suffocating silence. The king’s heart hardened. He turned away from Queen Sheda, and they never spoke again after Amara’s birth. But King Sema...
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