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It has been two-hundred and fourteen days since it happened. Two-hundred and twelve since I started on the trail of blood. It feels like a lifetime ago. I finger my ring; the silver is cold. Memories of better days flash before my eyes. Of his smile–now long gone. Everyone always said I didn’t deserve him. That he was too good for me. I couldn’t have agreed more. Everyone, including myself, knew I was a bad apple. Quiet. Angry. Bitter. Even my name, Shivani, meant death. But their hatred was more than just that. I was Powerless. Unable t...
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The Color of Voice Blue I watch her lips curve upwards in a smile. She laughs, covering her mouth as she whispers to her friend. I’m aware of an uncomfortable stirring in my gut. Her friend speaks quickly, syllables indistinct. I tap Clara’s shoulder and she turns to look at me, a question in her gaze. I send her a text. What are you talking about? She grins, this time speaking slowly. I can tell she’s raised her voice by the way her mouth moves. I watch her lips and make out words I hate each time I hear them....
Weekly Contest #271
Pain often goes unknown. Unseen. Each person carries a burden on their heart which does not disappear with time. A handsome face, a pretty smile, will not reveal the hurt which lies behind it. People live as if they are happy, but when the moon rises, their tears begin to flow. Little do they all know, that those they deem the most unlikely, bear the same weight. I stared at the man in front of me, the picture of arrogance. He ran a hand through his black shaggy hair, chin tilted upwards as a sardonic smile curled his lips. He was tal...
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The Soulmate Book If a book could tell you who your soulmate is, would you read it? ****************************************************************************** The trees stood proudly, their leaves painted with color as their branches swayed in the wind and their trunks creaked. I pulled my red hair back, tying it into a messy pony-tail. After all these years, I was back. It was a strange feeling. I loved the scenery; I loved the mountains, the cold gray sky and roaring ocean as it crashed onto the cliffs by the shore. So, if ...
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