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Submitted to Contest #306
Tuesday, June 3rd I’m not going to start writing with a pitiful “Dear Diary.” This isn’t even a diary. This is just something my therapist recommended I start doing, so here I am. I think it’s cheesy, but she said she was going to follow up with me about it, and I’m a horrible liar. She might even ask to see it. What a trip that might be. I’m supposed to journal for at least 20 minutes a day. That seemed excessive to me - why not just 5 minutes? But as I’m writing, I realize 5 minutes really isn’t a whole lot of time. I wouldn't have anythin...
Submitted to Contest #99
Time goes by slowly when you’re locked in a cage. Rocco didn’t think he would ever escape this place. His world had been reduced to dull cement walls and cold concrete floors. He still didn’t quite understand why he was stuck in this place, what he had done to deserve this. He constantly replayed the memory of his last few days at home. They were simultaneously full of energy and urgency. His owners had been packing away the entire place into cardboard boxes. He remembers bounding around the newly spacious living room and bursting th...
Submitted to Contest #23
“Snow! Snow! Snow!” shouted seven-year old Annabelle from her kitchen window. Michigan is notorious for its harsh, brutal winters, with the temperature dropping below negative thirty degrees Fahrenheit when the wind chill was taken into account. The cold didn’t bother Annabelle much; her dad would simply bound her up in her winter coat, hat, gloves, scarf, and boots, so she could make her trek through the snow unfazed. Her favorite thing to do was play in her front yard, rolling the wet snow into solid spheres and stacking them into a magnif...
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