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Submitted to Contest #308
[TW: mention of implied sexual violence, physical violence, death, and suicide]The city was always moving, even as night bled into the wee hours of the morning. As it moved, something else stood still, watching from the shadows as the nightlife passed her by. Bodies stumbled out of nearby clubs, laughing as they clung to each other in their drunkenness. Music spilled from open doors as patrons entered and exited to smoke, to fight, to take calls, to go home. She took it all in silently as she leaned against the flickering streetlight above ...
Submitted to Contest #292
For as long as she could remember, Melinda Robins had lived with her eyes towards the skies. Ever since she was a little girl, she had fallen in love with the sight of it, the vast, endless blue capturing her attention. Day or night, it made no difference to her. The puffy clouds and cerulean sky of the daytime enchanted her just as much as the darkened, starry night did. From sunrise to sundown, she would spend hours watching the sky, her head tilted up towards the blue midst above her. When her fascination with it went beyond words, she pi...
Submitted to Contest #289
The room is unfamiliar. I don’t know how I got here. I feel…heavy. My limbs feel leaden, and my senses feel dull, sluggish. With bleary eyes, I scan the room for something, anything to identify where I am. It’s a bedroom, one I don’t recognize. It’s neatly organized, almost cozy. I look over at the mahogany dresser across from me and the assortment of items on top of it - brushes, toiletries, pictures, jewelry, all sitting neatly in their proper place, arranged carefully by their owner. The bed underneath me creaks and groans as I slo...
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