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Shortlisted for Contest #23 ⭐️
Trigger warning: this story depicts suicide, depression, and miscarriage. I was eleven years old when I thought about suicide for the first time. I was sitting in the backseat after leaving a birthday party, and my mom was droning on and on in the front seat about our plans for the week and the scheduled time I had with my dad that weekend, and I imagined her life without me in it – I took myself out of the picture. In my vision, her worry lines faded away. Her speckled gray hair went dark again. I imagined she and my dad would still be toge...
Submitted to Contest #22
Trigger warning: this story depicts rape. I read somewhere that every cell in the human body is replaced every seven years – which isn’t entirely accurate. Some cells take upwards of ten to fifteen years to replace themselves. Some cells, like the ones in the eye, never replace themselves. But, it’s still a nice thought. It’s comforting to imagine that every seven years, the human body erases like an Etch-a-Sketch, leaving behind a clean slate that hasn’t been touched. I was raped seven years ago. I went to a New Year’s Eve party with ...
Submitted to Contest #20
Life is defined by a series of connected memorable moments. It doesn’t seem that way sometimes. It’s easy to believe that major life events happen independent of each other, with no correlation or lines to connect them to each other. It’s easy to create individual mountains, neglecting the entire range. However, I’ve learned that they’re all connected; the moment I learned to ride a bike, the day my parents told me they were getting a divorce, the night I lost my virginity, the morning I opened my acceptance letter to college, the day I grad...
Submitted to Contest #19
There probably isn’t a soul in this town that doesn’t remember or hasn’t heard of Ms. Potts’ flower shop. It’s the abandoned shop downtown, sandwiched between an artisan soap store and a boutique that sells overpriced clothes for teenagers. There’s a smell now. Well, that’s a little inaccurate. There was always a smell. It used to be flowers, but now it smells like something akin to rot and loneliness and something wet and dry at the same time. People used to come for miles to buy Ms. Potts’ flowers. I remember being young, maybe five o...
Shortlisted for Contest #17 ⭐️
There are so many clubs to join in high school. There’s the Math Club, for the significantly nerdier kids that will probably develop anxiety issues later in life. The Bible Club, for the Christians and boys who want to hook up with virgins. The Theatre Club, for the teenagers who steal cigarettes from their parents and claim to be “misunderstood.” There’s a club for every cliché, for every kid with a need to fit in. Some of them are sponsored by the school, and some of them are made-up by the members...
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