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Submitted to Contest #42
He was good at beginnings. He had enough courage to take the leap, enough stupidity not to question his impulses. It was easy — throwing yourself off the cliff, diving into the deep with your eyes closed. Because you never had to touch the ground anyway. Because you were the one to jump, not the one to land. That was scary.He was good at excuses: small ones and big ones. He could come up with anything convincing enough in a matter of seconds. His trickery made him look purer than a baby. He had little time, his brother was sick, he had no mo...
I spit my morning prayers after I brush my teeth. Then I eat my breakfast in silence, oatmeal and spoiled milk. I dress up, look in the mirror, and my outfit sucks. I change. I think some more. Chang again. By the time I leave the apartment; I'm wearing my dirty hoodie with disappointment on my sleeve.I don't buy coffee. I make some myself and carry it in my thermal cup as I usually do. It wasn't that I didn't want to buy myself a fancy cup in a fancy cafe and walk to my fancy work, oh so fancily. I was broke, and my brew was out of a cheap ...
Submitted to Contest #40
I was in the forest in the bathtub full of glass. My chest is sticky under the splinters, partly from wine partly from the blood, and I'm not surprised to see the familial pines and oaks around me. I knew that would happen. After a dozen tries you lose last bits of hope, but every time something is pushing me to believe that maybe this time will work. There is no hope among the trees except for rippling sun. The woods are not so thick there, you can see a meadow nearby if you squint. I never do. I move my legs gently. It's a painfu...
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