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Writer Maniac

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Icy History

Weekly Contest #77

I go over to the window, and rub the mist off, relishing the cold warmth of it.Looking out of the window, I’m immediately hit with how white and grey everything looks.The trees have ice falling off their leaves, looking half green and half white like that sweater I wear sometimes.The houses are covered almost completely, and the windows have icicles creeping on the glass like branches of a tree.The cars in the driveways are capped with snow, the windows having obscene words written on them by obscene people.The ground is untouched, smooth by...

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All I've Ever Wanted

Weekly Contest #76

Lying is a black hole. You lie to one person about something, then you immediately feel the urge to lie about something else. The lies just keep piling up, and in a moment, the line between the truth and the lie becomes so blurred, that you start to believe the lie yourself. You start to live the lie. You become a lie. I, however, don’t have that option to live a lie. When I was a mere child of eight, I saw my father abusing my mother. It was because she had lied to him about where the money had gone. She had used up some of the ...

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Understanding Us

Weekly Contest #76

“I get the child. End of discussion,” Calista says, folding a lavender top and putting it in her luggage. “I don’t understand how you can just decide that, without even asking me,” Julian says. He sits right in front of the luggage, forcing Calista to look at him. “I am her mother. Therefore, I get more rights on Lydia. Is that so hard to get through your thick skull?” she says, manoeuvring around him to place the next item in the luggage. “Yeah, maybe it is. Maybe I imagined it, but did you just say you had more rights on Lydia?...

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Never Been Surer

Weekly Contest #76

“Will you marry me?” “Renee?” “Are you still breathing?” “Yes, yes, yes, you stupid man! Of course, I’ll marry you!” “Good, because I was starting to get a little worried –” ****** “Do you, Cyril Jameson, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold, till death do you part?” “I do.” “Do you, Renee Salazar, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold, till death do you part?” “I do.” “I declare you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” ****** “Are you sure ...

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Unsaid Threats

Weekly Contest #76

Triggering for those who are emetophobic I sit down on the worn-out chair, the leather squeaking underneath me. Debating on whether to cross my legs or keep them straight, I decide against crossing them, my clothes feeling particularly uncomfortable today. She sits opposite me, her eyes furtively glancing at me, waiting for me to start talking. Her body has little to no curves, her face is lined with wrinkles and her yellow skirt is the same colour as her skin.Yes, she is ugly and highly unattractive.Then what did Roy possibly see in her?I p...

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Secrets and Smiles

Weekly Contest #76

Warning: contains mature themes Lynnea cooks for three today. The smell of spices make her nose all stuffy, and she coughs phlegmatically, wiping off the layer of sweat on her face with a dishcloth. She pours in the oil to heat, wiping her slippery hands on her hair, tied neatly into a tight, painful bun. She would rather be solving the crossword in the newspaper out on the lawn, legs crossed comfortably, the grass still wet underneath her. Or she could be sitting on the couch, leaning back and letting the cool air from outside fan her body,...

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On Top of the World

Weekly Contest #75

I look at the list of new year resolutions again and groan. I hadn’t imagined it, it was there. It has been there for almost five years now, but I still don’t look forward to it. I add it every year in the hope that it will happen, only for it to not. Written in my neat handwriting which I use only for specific occasions, in black ink, with a little square next to it. Get over your fear of heights (go bungee jumping with family this year). I hate my past self. At that time, that idiot thought that future me would be able...

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One Step at a Time

Weekly Contest #75

He’s dead. Gone forever. Disappeared, almost as if he didn’t exist at all. I try to smile politely at the people who offer their condolences to me, but I think they have the brains to understand that I’m merely trying, that I don’t actually mean it. None of them know what it feels like to lose your child. Their children are happily living their lives, not having a care in the world. While my child is very soon going to spend eternity under the ground.It’s going to be very dark and damp.How will he be able to get through it without me?I was a...

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The Real Thing

Weekly Contest #75

“I vow that I will never fall in love ever again,” I say, as the other guys make their vows almost a few seconds before it is the first of January. My words are lost in the joyful cheering when the clock strikes twelve, but I still mean it. I’ve never meant anything more in my life. Love is not real. It’s the type of thing that you can’t find because it doesn’t really exist. There are many versions of love, unique to every person. The real thing, however, true love as they call it, is fake. An oxymoron, isn’t it? Every rel...

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Intertwined Destinies

Weekly Contest #75

Trigger: Suicide, violence I wake up on a hard bed, a bright fluorescent light blinding me for a second. As I try to blink the spots out of my vision, I notice that there are many people in the room. And all of them are looking at me. I ignore them and try to sit up. I immediately regret it. A sharp pain runs up my arm and my head feels like it’s about to split. I check my hand, finding an IV attached a vein, dripping liquid into my body. Those people are still looking at me. I recognize my parents standing there, looking...

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Pride and Joy

Weekly Contest #75

Trigger warning: description of sexual assault I press the buzzer, hoping that the light outside the door works. Thankfully, it appears that it does still work, as my next patient walks in, his eyes looking down. Wearing a black hoodie with the hood up, covering most of his face, he shuffles slowly towards me and stops awkwardly. “Hey,” I say, smiling at him kindly, although his eyes are focused on the tips of his sneakers.“I’m Dr Ellman. What’s your name, honey?"“Don’t ‘honey’ me. I know you don’t even give a crap about me, so don’t pretend...

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Always and Forever

Weekly Contest #74

“Maggie?” “Magdalena?” “I’m coming, give me a second,” I yell at Mom, pulling up the world map to its original position to hide the marks behind it. I guess I have to cut it off after lunch. You always knew that Mom meant business when she called me Magdalena. Rarely anyone called me that anymore, being the mouthful that it is. Except for him, who always said that it was beautiful. I hear footsteps coming towards my room, and I try to fix the map quicker, but my fingers fumble and it doesn’t loop around perfectly. Mom comes in t...

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A Promise to Future Me

Weekly Contest #74

I wake up in the middle of the night, my body jerking upright. I just remembered something. And I know that I cannot get back to sleep without handling it. I ignore the fact that Benjamin is not in bed, even though it stings, more than the cold tonight. I walk over to my desk, shivering due to the cold, pulling on my sweater tighter. Turning on the lamp, I flip feverishly through the pages of my journal, the smell of ink as familiar as the back of my hand. I land on the page I’m looking for, the list of goals I had written down carefully exa...

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Dear Diary

Weekly Contest #74

May 15th Thursday 9:37 PM Dear Diary, Today was an awful day. It couldn’t have gone worse. I told Uriah that this marriage wasn’t working out. He tried to convince me otherwise but ended up being more pro-divorce than me. He pointed out everything about me that bothered him, from my long working hours to my ‘obsessive need to clean’ to the fact that I still write in a diary like ‘a little angsty teenager’ when he was apparently ‘right here’ for me to talk to. I’ve never met anyone more annoyingly logical than Uriah. He always...

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Not Worth It

Weekly Contest #74

Trigger warning: Suicide, death Things to do before I leave: 1.   Hug my mother. Say I love you to her, even if I don’t mean it, because I won’t. She never loved me. She always loved her other children more than me. But she tried, I’m sure she tried to love me. It is my fault that I’m so unlovable. It’s my fault that I was always so moody and depressing, that talking to me was more of a chore than a pleasure. I didn’t deserve the same love that my siblings always got, I know that. But I wish I had gotten at least a fraction o...

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