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TW: This story contains mention of death, and some physical violence. Hater's will stick to you like honey, especially when you have everything they want. People have the audacity to talk about one of the most loved people in the country. Or at least I thought I was the most loved person in the country, but there is a difference between love and fame and success. Just because I’m famous, doesn’t mean that people actually care about my feelings. I’m just a woman in a spotlight. I was strolling on a cloudy day downtown in New York, I heard p...
Weekly Contest #278
The icy chill of the winter storm bit my exposed skin as I walked home from school. I was excited because I planned to kiss my girlfriend in front of my whole family. Highschool was like a needle that was on the edge of poking me. I was so sick of my family with all their arguments on whether or not I should be put on birth control since I’m sixteen. My sister has short brown hair that is as straight as straw. She’s twelve which means my parents aren’t worried she’s going to sleep with a guy. And I have two older brothers who spend all their...
Weekly Contest #277
I live in a two story, mundane blue house with a white picket fence that closes in me and my new puppy brother, Harold, when mom or dad lets us do fetch or chase-and-hide I usually am the one who gets the attention. Mary and Jack are five and seven, they love playing catch with me. They squeal and laugh as I nose the ball toward them to throw it, but recently they have been a victim to two-month-old, Harold. Harold would go off searching for something that ought not to be in the mouth as in a live worm. "Harold no! Bad boy! Drop it." Mary ca...
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