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Submitted to Contest #337
Have you ever felt truly lost and lonely, even when surrounded by people? I know I have—more times than I can count. Growing up is hard, and often I find myself yearning to be like my baby niece. Just imagine a life where you’re fed, rocked to sleep, bathed, clothed, and even burped. Sometimes I think about how nice it would be to feel bloated and have someone there to help me burp it out. Instead, I’m gripped by fears that threaten to overwhelm me. One memory stands out sharply: my first year at university. I was convinced I had everything ...
Submitted to Contest #333
They would sit around the table content with what they called food before them. They would claim that they are consuming it and its food for their bodies, soul and spirit. It seemed right seeing to as to how they could go for a week without actually eating any solid food or what we all refer to as real food, tangible things you know. How could words ever be food. They are bunch of letters written to form a book, how could that ever be food. Tafadzwa had always thought they were delusional. How could words be sustenance? Food was something ...
Submitted to Contest #332
It feels so heavy. Everything hurts. Her heart burns, her mind reels, and the small splatters of rain on her body steam with the fire within her. The steady downpour is supposed to soothe her soul. To let her know she isn’t alone. But it’s hard to reach a freshly broken heart. She stands in the rain, rendering her heart to the One who sees, hears, and saves all.“He doesn’t care about me, and he doesn’t even have the decency to tell me!” she cries, her voice breaking against the rain.“He’s a Christian, and he uses me. He goes to church more t...
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