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Submitted to Contest #51
I pushed open the black car door, but couldn't bear to bring myself to look up. I was too afraid of what might meet my eyes as I stepped out. But even looking down couldn't help me escape the horrible memories that haunted my past. My shiny cherry red heels clacked loudly on the blacktop the same as my years at school there. I immediately recognized the markings. The hopscotch lines they painted but never got used, the parking spaces people would use as lines for heated games of four square. A floodgate opened somewhere in my brain, trigg...
Submitted to Contest #50
The waistband of the itchy costume feels a bit too tight around your waist. You try to adjust it, but to no avail, so you collapse down on one of the tall stools. You are surrounded by the fifteen other girls in the dressing room, chattering obnoxiously away to each other, but you can barely hear them. You keep getting in your own head about the upcoming performance. You know you should be going over your lines or practicing your steps, but instead you are paralized in fear.One of the stage hands walks down to the dressing room, dressed in a...
Submitted to Contest #49
I grip the cool metal of the chair arm. It feels smooth and nice to my touch. I look up from my tattered jeans. The room is devoid of color. The only interesting thing is a stack of books that sit on a plane white end table in the corner. It is dim. Barely any natural light comes in from the little windows lining the walls, and half of the bulbs on the ceiling are burnt out. I try to keep my mind off my impatience. I listen hard, focusing on the drip coming from a pipe somewhere deep in the walls. Tip, tap. Tip, tap. ...
Submitted to Contest #48
My eyes shot open. the blinding light of the room poured into them. for a moment, everything was still. There was no sound, only white, clean light. Then it began. I felt as though my entire insides were on fire. I didn't even have the strength to let a scream leave my lips. I just writhed around silently as the pain slowly over took me. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. But then it stopped. As suddenly as it had appeared, all the pain was gone. It must have been death. It was the only plausible solution. A sweet relea...
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