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Submitted to Contest #65
It's October in Colorado and I'm in my hometown Leadville sitting on the red couch I thrifted a month ago in my living room with my friend Jake contemplating our discussion that we had with the psychic he had hired in return for Fifty thousand likes. "I think it's time Cole. How much longer do you want this to go on? You need your answers." Jake is right. I do want my answers but he wants his content. I don't blame him. A few dollars and a spindle of fame from YouTube would do that to you. I also can't deny that I benefit from it ...
Submitted to Contest #63
Today is my seventh anniversary. Not at marriage but divorce. I look forward to this day, not because it reminds me that I hoped something better for myself but because it taught me that I needed to stop. I am sitting at a coffee shop in Dinan, Brittany which is the north of France. It's called Clafoutis and it serves the best Kouignn-Amann, a delightful mix of butter and sugar: my tertiary reason to come here. Dinan, as by locals and tourists is considered a village celebrating French fairytales unlike my failure of 'they lived together, ha...
Submitted to Contest #62
It’s exactly 5 pm when I find myself waking up in a frenzy on a floor I don’t recognize. This just feels acutely strange. My head is heavy, my chest hurts and my eyes are puffy. Have I been crying? I am in a house that I’m not used to. Colorful and vibrant, opposed to mine that is all white and beige. Everything in here is so crumpled and handmade. Although, why am I here? What am I doing at a place where I shouldn’t be? The house has been silent since I woke up. There is no one here. Did I break in? Where are the people of this house? My he...
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