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Submitted to Contest #224
“I can’t sleep,” I say. “And why’s that,” John, my therapist, replies. “I’m scared. I’m so so scared and the voices are getting louder too. I thought I healed. I thought I’m way past this, but I guess not. Help me understand why.” He places his notepad on the desk in front of him and adjusts his glasses, “What do the voices say?” “The same thing they always do! Do you want me to repeat myself just so that our session will last longer and you’d charge me more?” John stays silent, holding my gaze. I adjust in my seat and clear my throat, “I’m ...
Submitted to Contest #77
Everything in here is all shaken up. I honestly never thought I’d survive that blizzard. It’s one of the most intense I’ve ever experienced. I get up from under the table to examine the rest of the cabin. Every damn room is a mess, with one of the bedroom windows completely smashed. I hate cleaning, hate it so much, but this is beyond me. Now, where is that vacuum cleaner? The last time I was here was almost five years ago and I can’t remember where everything is, except the broom that I found by the front door, but I don’t want to use that...
Submitted to Contest #71
“Dad! Hey, dad!” my son Michael comes barging into my room. This automatically sends me into panic mode because he never does that. “What’s wrong Michael?” I spring off my bed. “Nothing serious,” he walks over and sits on the edge of the bed. “Just that, it’s been long since you told me a bedtime story. I miss them,” he grins. Is this boy drunk? I squint my eyes at him for a second before sitting next to him. “Michael, you’re nineteen. It’s been almost ten years since I last read you a bedtime story.” “I may be nineteen, but the age gap betw...
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