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Weekly Contest #244
My eyes widen. I leave the laptop and the picture on the screen in the living room and run to my room.I knock over a couple of books trying to get to the silver one with the pages written out imperfectly, with different types of pencils and pens that always lay around at the most inconvenient of places, and with different types of handwritings based on the level of hurry I was in. I tug on it sitting bellow other notebooks and begin writing with a pen I found on the floor.In my songs I don't want to talk about her body, Because her soul is s...
Weekly Contest #188
cw: use of alcohol, mention of death Last night I was arrested. For the first time. And I am unusually relaxed. Happy? I don’t know. Perhaps surprised. I spent the night here. I didn’t sleep. The smell of metal bars would make me frown almost every time I would take a breath. I turned eighteen a year ago on today’s day. Prison smell is the perfect way to end, and describe the past year. I heard people are looking forward to their eighteenth birthday. Legally they can drink, go to clubs, marry. On my eighteenth birthday, my grandma asked ...
Weekly Contest #151
TW: Quick mention of death. Oh dear. Why is she crying now? And at someone's grave? I step on a few flowers as I run toward her, feeling so heavy for some reason but I manage to get to her just as she turns her head in my direction and I hug her. She doesn’t throw her arms around me as I expected, being her solace in every other situation, but harshly pushes me away yelling: “Who are you?!” What does she mean it’s me I- I reach toward her and notice my hand is bigger and has rough skin around my nails, which are short, for a differenc...
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