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Weekly Contest #372
June Cloud’s head pounded as she wobbled her way out of her car after driving through heavy traffic after a long day in the office. She wanted to set aside some time to do something away from life, but she prided herself on pressure, despite denying it over and over. She was raised with the philosophy that whatever she wanted she had to go out and earn it. She was someone who never stopped dreaming, so she never stopped working. She wanted to travel, live comfortably, get an education, and play music for the rest of her life. Today, June was...
Weekly Contest #369
I watched as he took it away. The guy barely spoke English, but we both understood he was here to tow my car away. I was using Google Translate to translate what we were saying, and I’m not a hundred percent confident that it was speaking clearly. I felt the same about my life. What am I doing here? How did it come to this? I asked the man if he still needed the manual from my car; it was the only thing I didn’t clean out of the red 2023 Nissan Altima from the day before. Of course, he said no. I don’t know what I was thinking. I was under a...
Weekly Contest #349
CW: Violence, self-harm, mental health Hurt. Sick. Pain. I can barely see. Every minute, I hunch over to sink my teeth into something. Something that makes me feel…alive. Good. The screams, the nightmares, the hazy memories—they are all one decaying dream now. Until I look at the open sky, I am going back in time. You have a lot on your mind? Hah! I’d say don’t make me laugh, but as you can tell, I’m already dead inside. Back then, I had places to go—school halls that smelled like cleaner and sweat, a boy who held my hand like he meant it, ...
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