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Weekly Contest #377
The night stretches on for a millennium. I know I’m exaggerating, but tonight feels especially long. I have to keep my eyes open in case I spot my murderer. I remember the night I was murdered perfectly, as if it happened yesterday even though it was more than a decade ago. I float past The Great Lake, my white silk dress billowing in the October wind. My mind wanders off as I let myself go back to the night my life ended. “Arabella, come downstairs!” My mother shouts from the kitchen. I roll my eyes and stack my papers into a neat folder, q...
Weekly Contest #367
I said I would burn the world for her. Not in the metaphorical sense, but in the literal way that gave my body chills once the words left my mouth. She was my everything, the reason I kept living, and I had no idea how much of an impact she had until she left. I could never hold her in my arms and rock her body gently until the sobs stopped. I would never be able to hold her hand and comfort her after something went wrong. I am no longer able to fix her problems, wipe her eyes, or kiss her tenderly. She can no longer tell me to play nice wit...
Weekly Contest #364
This story includes hints of alcohol use, mental health struggles, and minor bits of sexual violence I wish she would take back everything she said to me. I know she won’t, but sometimes I still imagine a world where things could be different. I do that a lot. My mind keeps searching for a better version of my life, even though it always ends up the same. I dream about having friends who care, teachers who respect me, parents who actually listen, and men who see more than just how I look. My alarm blares through the room, loud and urgent. So...
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