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I'm not sure when it had first appeared. I know that sounds odd - how could you go about your normal day, brushing your teeth, eating breakfast, and get dressed without noticing a string tied to your finger? You would think I am mad and I wouldn't blame you. I've thought the same more than once whilst shaking myself by the shoulders in the bathroom mirror. But when the rattling in my mind eventually settled, I would lift my left pinky up to my reflection and be forced to contend with the crimson string still tied to my finger. Very odd, I kn...
Submitted to Contest #92
It was a fight unlike any they’ve had before. He didn’t yell or make excuses – leaving her no room to scream her frustrations. The connection didn’t lag, for once. Or maybe it did – but he was an unwavering pillar of silence, as stoic as a Greek statute. Or in this case, a French statute. She shivered from the chill of his indifference, 6 time zones away. “Do you still love me?” she asked. He shook his head, the movement s...
Submitted to Contest #36
Dear Diary, Why do they call you “diary?” What does that word even mean? When my dad gave you to me for my 12th birthday as a “welcome to puberty” gift (wtf?!), I didn’t know what to do with you. I’ve never had a diary before. When Amal showed me her pink fuzzy diary with the heart-shaped golden lock on it, I told her it was a stupid girl thing and I didn’t want to be a stupid girl. She cried afterwards and I felt bad. So, when I got my own “stupid girl” diary, I left you on the reject shelf by the window in my room, between “Girls Who Play ...
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