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Submitted to Contest #332
Empty. Numb. Hopeless. Watching the person you have given your whole heart to walk away from you, and there is nothing you can do or say to get them to turn around. I gave them everything I had, and in the end, my love didn’t want to stay to make us work. Once again, I am left standing alone in the middle of the street in the pouring rain, watching my heart's taillights fade into the night. My feet planted into the asphalt, replaying the last thing my lovebug said to me, “You don’t love me, you never did. You never cared about me, only how t...
Submitted to Contest #304
“Creative Writing 101- First Thursday of each month at the Community Center on MainStreet,” I review the flyer as I stand in front of 304 W Main St, our local Community Center. I was scrolling on Craigslist under their “Events” category, and found this creative writing course for beginners. I am not one to attend in-person classes, but I am desperate and in search of inspiration since my rough draft deadline is only a couple of weeks away. On a deep breath, I remind myself, “It’s now or never,” before I head into the long-standing courthous...
Submitted to Contest #291
Crunch. Thud. Crunch. The only sound I can hear outside of the pressure building in my ears, with my heart sounding like a crescendo running through the dense brush and fog. A combination of cold sweat and residue from the thick fog covers my face. I can barely see how rapidly my hands move in front of me in sync with my strides. If it weren’t for the sporadic reflected beams of a flashlight, I wouldn’t be able to tell whether it was night or day. Besides the fact I wouldn’t be able to see anything, I never once turned to look back. “Champio...
Submitted to Contest #290
Dr. Liza Jane Edwards, PhD. Seabold University graduate, May of 2015. Staring at the piece of paper that states Liza has completed all necessary courses to provide psychological and behavioral services. Holding her diploma, felt like she was holding a fifty-pound weight. The pressure and responsibilities that she will need to uphold so she doesn’t put a stain on her name outweigh the document itself. All that mattered was she could start her path in psychology and work towards opening her own clinic. Liza’s life starts today. Trying to erase...
Submitted to Contest #289
I woke from my nap; I guess I fell asleep at my desk again. I feel groggy, and although they feel heavy, I begin to open my eyes. But I can’t do it; it’s almost like they are stuck shut. I try again, putting in as much strength as I can provide to open my eyes. I lift my hands to my face in hopes of just holding my eyelids open when I realize, my eyes have been opened, there just was nothing in front of me to see. I was trapped. Nothing feels familiar while the black abyss surrounds me. Using my remaining senses, the smell of something that ...
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