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Weekly Contest #52
we seek for hope. but it died long long ago. so we know that it hasn’t just disappeared of its own accord no we killed it. murdered it in cold blood dragged its lifeless body out of our lives and buried it under the mound of dirt that we call life. but for some reason we still search for it. we still mount the podiums and tell the people who follow us that there is a hope. right? as if we hadn’t killed it years ago. so now we run in circles. try to jump over the hurdles that were placed in our way by the lies we told ourselves. attempt to hi...
Weekly Contest #51
The sweet smell of morning dew rushes into my lungs as I gather a deep breath of the cool air surrounding me. Conner’s friends live here, I think to myself. Conner lives here. As I perch on the top step of his front porch, my legs ache from pumping on the pedals of my bike, the sounds of his mother’s cooking filling my head. Behind me, the screen door creaks open, and Conner joins me on the porch. He does nothing for a while, nothing but stare up into the cloudless sky, crouching with his arms resting on his slightly grass-stained knees. His...
Weekly Contest #50
I climb up the ladder nailed to the old tree in my parents’ backyard. The nails hang out of the wood and I give them a worried glance, wondering if they will give way or hold my weight. I’ve put on quite a few pounds since I was last here. The golden treehouse - that we built as a family years ago - towers over me, blocking the sun from stinging my eyes. As I scale the few rungs that it takes to reach the top, the memories of bounding up this same ladder as a 7-year-old girl with pigtails and striped bows flash before me. It brings a smile t...
Weekly Contest #49
September 1st, 2048 It’s raining. I can see the droplets from my cell window, watch them fall from the sky. Whenever it rains, I press my hand to the window, believing that if I push hard enough, the glass will break, and I’ll be free. It never happens. But it’s at least comforting to know that someone is crying with me. It’s been so long since I’ve felt the drip of rain on my skin. Since the chilly wisps of wind have stroked my face. Since the scent of warm cheese pizza has tickled my nostrils. The only smell here is the smell of dead rats...
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