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Write about someone (or something) you loved that you shouldn’t have.

Posted in Nonfiction on Jun 26, 2021

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Goddess Beyond Reach

Stephanie Ricketson

Submitted to Contest #28

I know she is married. I know she is everything I could ever want. I know all of this, and yet…           I couldn’t stay away from her. I can’t stay away from her. She is perfect. Perfect in her imperfections. Does that make sense? Oddly, it does to me.           Who is this Goddess made flesh? This unattainable woman who haunts my dreams and fuels my fantasies? She is as common and real as the girl next door, yet as unreachable as ...

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My Blue Eyed Addiction

Submitted to Contest #28

My heart had been freshly broken. I reeked of instability and pain, not an ideal combination. My 16 year old self longed for something to latch onto, not yet knowing the comfort of being alone. His name was Case. A funny name, he told me his dad named him after a case of beer. Could have been one of his many lies, or one of his many stories. There was always a fine line between the two.I met him at a local fast food restaurant, thanks to one of my friends' matchmaking efforts. He was wearing a thick puffy jacket, despite it being quite a war...

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Tip and Pour

Olivia Suda

Submitted to Contest #28

You know it’s time to put it down, to stop, to take a rest and reset for the next day, but you also know that that’s not what will happen. The bottle beckons you, pulls you in and envelops you in the crystal clear liquid, promising you oblivion. It reprimands you for stopping; tugs at your gut in dry heaves and clutches bile in your throat when you tempt the bottle not to tip towards your lips. There hasn’t been the need for a glass in a long time; glasses are used for appearances and sharing, neither of which have been a priority in months....

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Sinner

K. M

Submitted to Contest #28

I grew up in a fairly small town, in which almost everyone was Catholic or Christian- including myself. In fact, the only things I really remember from my childhood is the scent of incense and some random fragments of sermons from various masses.  I lived with my religious grandparents and believed anything they told me about the Bible, including their own personal intolerances. When I was seven, they sat me down and talked to me about homosexuality. “If you ever find yourself feeling that way towards a woman”, they warned me, “tell us,...

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The Girl with Maroon Eyes, The Zodiacs and Him

Submitted to Contest #28

  To begin, I have to go all the way back to our first conversation. I was a new kid in a new school with so many new people. I could already tell I was going to have an interesting time here. "Um, hi, I'm Emma, and my dad wants me to get at least two phone numbers to prove to him I have friends...." I explained quietly, my face flushed with embarrassment. That’s when she stood up and began to yell  her phone number with one of her friends intensely in my general direction. I take out a pencil and tear a corner off a sheet of paper...

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Jack.

Submitted to Contest #28

Remember when way back when we were all 5 years old? When we were all just learning what love was, love was the way our moms and dads hugged us goodnight or the way mom knew just exactly how to make our pb&js. Suddenly, as we grew older into teenagers love meant boyfriends and girlfriends. It wasn't just family now, it was staying up on the phone talking to that one person, holding hands, and messy breakups. I guess what I'm saying is I wish I had never grown up, I wish I didn't love someone I wasn't supposed to love.  It ...

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Rubik's Cube

Cheza Vidal

Submitted to Contest #28

He was a Rubik's cube.I realized that when he told me those five dreadful words that I'd never forget: "It's not you, it's me."I could only solve one part of a Rubik's cube. Solving one color was enough. The rest was a waste of time. And he reminded me of it. What I saw in him was basically just one side, one color. I never knew he had other colors that he hid really well or colors that I failed to see.It's so ironic that we humans have eyes to see, but sometimes end up not using them in situations like these. We become blinded by pleasure, ...

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The On-Again, Off-Agains

Submitted to Contest #28

We are wandering through a Hobby Lobby at six o’clock. Aisle after aisle stretches in every direction, creating a disfigured checkerboard of craft supplies. Christian music glides through the surround speakers as if you could walk through the doors in the back and straight up to the pearly gates. On one rack, one can find every print of duct tape imaginable. On another, there are picture frames of all shapes and sizes for any artwork or photo one might wish to frame. A long rectangular aisle sports a vast array of stickers—textured and not. ...

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Death might not want you, but I do

Kate Jones

Submitted to Contest #28

(Trigger warning: abuse) It was agony to breath, but he could not stop himself from sobbing. Kai had fallen in a broken pile of mistreated limbs, unable to escape the relentless fists of his boyfriend, which had landed heavy blows to bruise his pale skin. Usually Jackson left his face, but tonight Kai knew his left eye was blackening to a deeper purple than even his best make up could conceal. Long minutes had passed since Jackson had left, screaming abuse to ensure Kai knew he was worthless, a waste of space, so abominable that he deserved ...

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Broken Love Story of My Life

Submitted to Contest #28

I never should have fallen for him. He was too perfect, too far out of my league. But I couldn’t help myself. The way his eyes sparkled in the sunlight, and how his messy blonde hair seemed to fall just right. He was good at everything he tried and I just didn’t think I could live up to that, and I was right. We lived in the same neighborhood and went to the same school. He was a grade ahead of me but we still had one class together. Every time he came into the classroom my heart would pound and I felt like I wanted to run and wrap my a...

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The past is in the past

Serena Rose

Submitted to Contest #28

Giving your heart to another person is hard enough. Finding out you gave it to the wrong person... well, it’s like breaking your heart all over again. Maybe worse. Tears tear your heart to pieces, and you keep your heart on lockdown, fearing the pain of another heartbreak. Your heart aches for anothers’ love, anothers’ touch and yet it quivers in fear. When I was 15 years old, I met Bill, whose name has been changed for the sake of this story. He was 20, and I was wary. But he was so kind. Funny. He was sweet and he called me every night. I ...

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Sitting in a Dark Parking Lot

John Folding

Submitted to Contest #28

More often than not I miss them. My old friends. One friend in particular who was more than that. He was unlike anyone I have ever met. His life was completely his own, and he spent most of it in his beat-up red truck. I would stumble upon it walking across the school grounds long after they had closed, or driving through town. If I had to I would walk on, waving if I thought he'd see me. When I could I would tap on the window, jump in if he'd let me. I was happy then, and alive. Knowing we could be whatever we wanted to be. Whoever we wante...

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Of Rats and Raccoons

Susan Singer

Submitted to Contest #28

When my first husband moved out, it was rats that came to call. First, there were some dying under the house and raising a stink. Because we still had young children together, I had no compunction about calling him to come deal with it.  A few months later, when the kids were in bed and I was on the phone with a friend, I heard skittering across the rafters in the basement. I ignored it. Then I heard a heavy thump in the bathroom wall. Something had fallen between the drywall in the bathroom and the plywood in the laundry room. I defini...

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Zip-A-Bang

Submitted to Contest #28

by Peter Runfola / word count : 1,547' Long long time ago .. but I can still recall … ' as Don McLean starts his timeless ' American Pie.'In the Star Choice Hotel – a dilapidated 8 – story high rise just on the outskirts of booming downtown Charlotte, North Carolina. A ' Downtown ' they mysteriously referred to as ' Uptown,' courtesy of some arcane marketing research no doubt.Thinking to myself every time I drove up the parking ramp to the door granting access to the second floor ' where is everybody ? ' ' I can't possibly be the only person...

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Obsolete

Submitted to Contest #28

I wished for the release, but it never came. Numbed and buried beneath the icy waves. Walked amognst them, tall and proud. A corner of my heart remains the same. A corner is all that is left in her love of you. I don't, but my heart forever will. I don't need your touch, but I crave the roaring in my ear, of the shivers down my spine when my name leaves your lips. I am wrong in every way, especially for you. I can see in it your gaze and even when you look away. I can't help but dream, dream into my endless nights of a light that never shone...

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