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Submitted to Contest #324
Blue, unmoving, ominous. The stillness disturbing. This is how the ocean looks to me now. Sat outside on a wooden bench draped in blankets, looking out to the array of pebbles that blend effortlessly with the sea. A shiver rushes down my spine with every crash of a wave, a sound that once soothed my soul. My throat closes, muscles trying to remember how to breathe. My hands around my cup of tea tremble slightly. I take a deep breath. The ocean was once something I viewed as a beacon of hope, something that made me feel like anything was poss...
Submitted to Contest #273
I awoke to a bright light streaming through a crack in one of the wooden boards I had put up, in a paranoid, booze- infused haze. It was June and the heat was stifling. My mouth was the kind of dry where your cheeks and lips stick to your teeth, the leftover taste of alcohol offensive. I sat up slowly, the usual nausea kicking in, my head pounding, room spinning. I looked down at my shaky hands, trying to steady myself as I half rolled off the couch, a sweaty silhouette of me left behind, my t- shirt stuck to me. I stumbled to the kitch...
Submitted to Contest #241
*mental health, sexual and physical violence implied. swearing* KateComing back from a run I felt great, endorphins were flowing, and I had the usual satisfying ache over my limbs. I poured my coffee with pride and sat at my table in the kitchen, wondering what to do with the rest of my day. I had already showered, cleaned my flat and worked through my laundry. Having time off work was nice at first, but now a month in, I was bored. My psychiatrist told me I wasn’t ready to go back despite the fact I have more good days than bad now. Long st...
Submitted to Contest #239
Wandering through the hospital halls running my fingers along the walls, the silence was calming, familiar. It was late and I was waiting for my mother to finish her rounds. It was boring, so I roamed, as I often did. I could hear the rhythmic beeping of machines and the shuffles of patients followed by the scurry of doctors and nurses. Every evening the same, a slight heaviness in the air and murmurs from loved ones. My mum worked on the ICU ward so the atmosphere was either chaotic and loud or layered with a strange and ominous serenity. ...
Submitted to Contest #235
Getting in from work, I found myself stood in front of my long, rectangular mirror in my bedroom, filled with the usual self-hatred. At only fifty four years old I was dangerously obese, the sides of me not even fitting in the skinny mirror standing several feet away. My face was haggard, the lines filled with deep sadness and time wasted. My eyes looked like I had been in a bar brawl, dark circles engulfing my once pretty blue eyes; years of neglect and 3 hours sleep a night visible to everyone. What was left of my hair was grey and plaster...
Submitted to Contest #226
***contains swearing***Another year on its way out, another set of new year’s resolutions to be discarded with January firsts’ mother of all hangovers. Still unmarried and childless and in the same job I’ve been in for 8 years with no promotion in sight at the ripe age of 36. That means another wonderful Christmas dinner where the topic of conversation will be about my pathetic life. My brother will boast about how he’s the smartest entrepreneur the world has ever seen, and his bachelor life of revolving door women will be celebrated. Meanwh...
Submitted to Contest #225
I awoke suddenly, jolting in the hard and creaky bed I had crashed the night before, in a wine fuelled haze, with a feeling like I had been plunged into darkness. I was unsure if my eyes were open or closed and my temple throbbed at last night’s poor decision to finish a bottle and a half. I fumbled for my phone under my pillow and groaned at the blinding brightness. It was only five in the morning but I had work to do, so rolled myself off the bed; agonisingly sluggish. I looked around with only one eye open, perched on the end of the bed, ...
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