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Submitted to Contest #264
Don’t Hold This Speech At My funeral Dear those I left behind…The world caved in and I let it. None of you were enough. None of you showed me the way out of the darkness. I swallowed every sunset and muted the chirping of the birds. Under my feet, the green grass withered. Under my touch, the flower petals browned.I was not born like this. You made me this way. The world taunted and tormented my heart until it gave in. Born compassionate, I was. Turned bitter, I am. Bitter enough to mark down the names of those who hurt me. Bitter enoug...
Submitted to Contest #263
‘Wait, you’re telling me this beautiful love story is the origin story of a notorious villain?’ Maria, the golden beauty I had met just an hour ago asked from my bed.I tucked a strand behind her ear, smiling down at her. ‘Oh yes, my love. The origin of an obsessive, sadistic murderer indeed.’ I tilted my head at her familiar beauty. ‘You’ll see. Once I tell you the end of it.’September, 14th..…He swallowed nervously when her soft lips touched the wine glass. Heat rushed through his veins down to his groin. Nicklaus should’ve ignored how she ...
Submitted to Contest #212
The letters that hurt back and forth My name is Jane Rhoades, and I don't know why. I don't know why I grabbed my computer, clicked on 'make a new draft', and wrote in his email as the receiver. My father left me on my 10th birthday. And today, that meant exactly eight years had passed. Perhaps I just felt like I could never be whole again. Not without any answers. And perhaps I just felt like he owed them to me. 10th december, 1998 Dear Mr. Rhoades, I'm not sure If you even realize why I write to you on this particular d...
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