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Submitted to Contest #306
April 2nd, 2011Dear diary,this is so stupid. I hate my mom for making me do this, and I hate that kid at school for tattling on me. Seriously, it was april fool’s, obviously trying to sell him meth was a joke. It’s not my fault the uncultured idiot doesn’t know who Heisenberg is. I even put a hat on to make myself look more like him, and I have to say, I looked mighty fine in that thing. Sienna thought so, too.Stupid mom, she says she wants me to write down my thoughts and feelings, but when I do, she won’t let me. I hate how she’s looking o...
Submitted to Contest #302
“Sorry, man. But it’s not my fault the damn plane was late. Blame the flock of idiot birds.” I tried to call him down, but the few hours he’d been waiting for me didn’t do him any good. “Let me tell you one thing,” he said, as I held the phone to my ear. “If I ever decide to end myself, I promise to make it as botherless as possible for everyone.” “Well, things would be much easier if everyone would just go die in a forest and then get devoured by wolves. Less work for us bereaved.” This lady standing next to me turned around and gave me a v...
Submitted to Contest #299
I expected the rain and was ready for it. What I didn’t expect was the hailstorm, which damaged my roof and a few windows. I hid in the basement soon after the first hail hit. There were no windows, but I could still hear the noise. I enjoyed the rain and always had. I liked to sit with the window open, watching the tiny droplets fall on the ground, finding the sound strangely comforting. It wasn’t too loud, unlike the sounds of a storm. It was loud, unpredictable, and scary. That’s how I found myself in the basement. Again. Because I was sc...
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