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Weekly Contest #192
Triggers: Swearing and Drug Abuse Nothing Compares 2 U was playing on the radio. I should’ve taken it as a bad sign, but I let Sinead foretell my life. I was parked next to a MacDonald’s, smoking a cigarette waiting for him to show up. To say I was surprised Christopher answered his phone on the third ring- the first time I called, was an understatement. His M.O. was usually not picking up or it letting it go straight to voicemail. Then I would have to go down the list of cringe-worthy contacts- work, family, sponsor, hospit...
Weekly Contest #186
Fifteen. Awkward. Acne scars, baby fat, and growing boobs. Socially inept, desperate for a chosen family of friends with the same insecurities and bad taste in music. Not extroverted enough for the popular crowd, not brazen enough for the bad kids. Just introverted and new enough to slip through cracks and be invisible. I found my group of misfits. Outcast. Weirdos and dorks. Druggies. Cutters. Cigarettes and water bottles full of every clear liquor you can find in ...
Shortlisted for Contest #183 ⭐️
****Triggers: Mental HealthSubstance AbuseSuicideThe boardwalk was moving. Side to side as if it was timed with the ocean. At least that’s what my brain was telling me, as it went through motions of a very outdated tab of acid that I was pretty sure didn’t fully dissolve on my tongue. It was a cool night for June, but I was starting to sweat bullets, while trying to tell my mind not to panic. I don’t know how enjoyable it could have been, considering what I was doing in the first place. Drugs weren’t the right choice, but they were the best ...
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