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Submitted to Contest #34
I stand there. As the water flows over my smooth damp face, while I lather my hair with shampoo. My eyes are closed, to protect them from the sharp pressure of the water. I can only imagine what is going on around me, because all I can see is black. I am breathing through my mouth to control the water from getting into my lungs. I wish to stay here forever.I emerge from the water as it drips down my nude body. I open my eyes and the bright light from the bathroom blinds me and a couple drops of water spray into my newly open eyes. They sting...
Submitted to Contest #33
I am 12, running in my neighbors backyard, soaking up the sunlight while their dogs run by my side. I fall to the ground and feel the dogs slobber run over my face. I viciously start petting them with all the love I can give and throw the tennis ball across the yard again. I smell the Chinese sausage, hamburgers, hotdogs, and chicken sizzling on the grill, and think to myself what is better than this? My mothers gorgeous blue eyes shining in the sun as she talks to Lindsie, my neighbor. My dads contagious laugh fills in the breeze as he talk...
I follow my mother into the kitchen as she continues to tell me I cannot go to prom this year. I keep wondering why she would deprive me of such a cliche high school experience. She usually loves those. My mother has forced me to go to dances, plays, football games, anything to get me out of the house. The one time I want to leave and have good time with my new friend, she doesn't budge. Her eyes are glazed over like she had just cried minutes before. I can see the reflection of our backyard pool in her eyes, as the raindrops make little spl...
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