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The World Is Ending And Im Late For Work

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Dull and rotten

The World Is Ending And Im Late For Work

Dull and rotten. The pungent scent of my body no longer disgusted me. More specifically, I tried to let it, but I couldn’t though I knew it was the correct way to feel at that time, including now.My hand felt cold from keeping it wrapped around my dead, dry one. The moment I rose from my passing and realised what had happened before, I found solace in me almost immediately. The presence of my corpse being like one of a teddy bear. Fun and joyous.I had felt that last drop of sadness escape me.My back rested on the wall of the small cabin, my ...

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The World Is Ending And Im Late For Work

Submitted to Contest #219

My muscles burned, acid churning through my veins. Heavy, but shallow the gulps of air I took in my mouth fuelled me to keep jogging. To keep moving as my apartment was just around the corner. The dryness in my eyes still stung, the redness gone as they traced the dim, misty path to my home. I had just cried moments before when I had taken a break, I never thought that things would escalate this far.Some strands of my white braids stuck lightly onto my dark back, my black hoodie sticking to my mud like skin. Thuds of my footsteps audibly plu...

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Chronic

The World Is Ending And Im Late For Work

Submitted to Contest #215

*Trigger warning: Physical violence and Suicide.They were screaming again. My gaze fell onto my air pods resting beside my book, they were drained all because I didn’t have the patience to wait till I arrived home to use them. Who can blame me though when I have to take it in every single day that I’ll be coming home to this.“You’re always away! What did you expect me to do?!” The coarse words of my father shattered through the air to most if not all rooms of the house. Before my mother could reply, the smooth flows of pop music blocked out ...

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