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Submitted to Contest #31
Timmy was never the smartest, fastest or strongest child. It always seemed that everything in his life took a turn for the worst. This is his third foster home he's been in since his mother dies, and his father committed suicide shortly after. Timmy sits on his cot in the basement. The rats scurry along the floor brushing against the skinny sticks he calls legs. " Timmy it's laundry day!" The wicked old lady masquerading as his mother pushes a basket full of dirty laundry down the stairs. Timmy is able to move out the way th...
Submitted to Contest #30
Maria has lived her life alone with her cat. Her husband long dead. Her children have forgotten how their mother had cared for them. Her little cat Nina is all she lives for now. She makes sure she is fed and groomed, and leaves out every Saturday to buy Nina her favorite food. She sits in her chair little Nina on her lap as she watches whatever soap opera is on. One day she left out to buy Nina her food and without noticing she left the door open. Just a crack. Barely noticeable. After a few minutes Nina saw the crack. She started wond...
I live my days alone. I walk the familiar streets of my home. I turn the corner and find my apartment. I head inside. I kick off my shoes and lay on my pull out couch exhausted from my long day at a dead end job with people I hate. The place where I will slave away till i am worked to death. I look towards the kitchen, but I have no strength to cook. I look at the phone but with no patience left.I close my eyes hungry the thin blanket exposing me to the cold. My heater hasn't worked in months and it's a especially frigid January. Somehow des...
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