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Weekly Contest #47
You were only getting the mail. You got it every day after work. Usually there would be bills, magazines, and bank stuff. But never letters. Your family hated you. They hated him, your husband. They said he was only trouble. You didn't ever know why they hated him. You thought about it all the time. He was perfect, he was the love of your life. That is until he died last year. You were heartbroken and you didn't want to talk to anyone. But life went on and you soon tried to get over it. You did all you could to forget about him. You ev...
I had just seen her. She was sitting on a bar stool, drinking wine. Her hair was flipped to the side. The tips of her hair were dyed light blonde. Her roots were dark black and the middle of her hair was brown. She was gazing around, like she was looking for something. I wanted to greet her and introduce myself, but I was too shy. I had already had my heart broken tons of times and I knew she wouldn't be interested in me anyway. I sighed and went to walk back outside to go home, when an arm grasped around my upper arm. I turned around ...
Weekly Contest #43
I walked down the stairs and saw my mom with a luggage in her hand. " Mamma? Where are you going?" I asked.My mother turned so fast. She looked like she just saw a zombie. I walked up to her and hugged her. Her eyes watered. She hugged me back but hesitated to say anything. " Get out of here Brooke! We are over! Get out of my life!" My father yelled, throwing empty bottles at her. My mother looked scared, she kissed my forehead and opened the door. She looked back at my father, who was sleeping on the couch. She sighed and whispered in my ea...
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