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“Death Is The Same Forwards And Backwards” by 🄼🄹 🅂

Submitted to Contest #89

  Trigger And Content Warning: Graphic Suicide      The End    “You really did it.” I sobbed, holding her limp body in my arms, blood trickling from the veins on her wrists.   “I didn't think she would really do it-” Grace started, but I held up my hand to silence her.   I should have seen the signs. I should have realized when her short sleeves turned long. When “I'm just tired,&r...

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“Death Is History Too ” by 🄼🄹 🅂

Submitted to Contest #80

Dear Diary, When kids are asked what they want to be when they grow up, most will say, police officers, firefighters, detectives, basic, generic answers. They don’t think about making big changes in the world, not all the time. And they most certainly don’t think about dying. How their time in the world will end. Will they be remembered? Will the way they die make a change? Because they’re kids. We're kids. We shouldn’t have to worry about those things. We shouldn’t have to think about possibly never coming back hom...

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“Ten Second Death (A Breonna Taylor Story)” by 🄼🄹 🅂

Submitted to Contest #74

They say...when you die, your life flashes before your eyes. I think that life should flash before your eyes while you’re still living, so you can always treasure the good times. But as five loud bangs shatter my eardrums, and find their way into my body, I finally understand that saying. Memories I didn’t know I had fly to the forefront of my mind. I see myself as a baby, a handheld camera in my face as I utter my first words. Tears of joy slide down my mom’s face as she strokes my cheek ten...

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“Without Dani (Silence Part 2)” by 🄼🄹 🅂

Purple pulses behind my eyes as the morning light shines through my window. I squint and roll onto the floor. It’s not a long way down since I’m sleeping on an air mattress. I look up at the faintly glowing stars on the ceiling. Then my heart starts to hurt as I remember the day me and Asher put the glow-in-the dark stars up. As I remember Asher. The hole grows. Soon, I’m afraid that that hole will engulf my heart into an empty sadness, eating away at me from the inside out.  I can’t think like that though. Not tod...

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“Silence” by 🄼🄹 🅂

Submitted to Contest #58

Goody-two shoes, geek, dork, I’ve heard them all. They never bothered me. I float through life on pure ambition for the future. I know exactly where I’m headed and how I want to get there, so it’s easy to turn down the volume of the world. Now though, now, I don’t hear those names anymore. No one even talks to me. They throw me looks of pity and sympathy, like they really know what I’ve been through. They could never understand, and I don’t want them to. And as that one group of brats makes a circle aroun...

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“Inside The Looking Glass (The New Girl Part 2) ” by 🄼🄹 🅂

Submitted to Contest #57

Melanie quietly shut the door to her room and gripped the frame, hands shaking nervously. She had just killed someone.  You did the right thing. No, you did a terrible thing. You had a good reason. That wasn’t a good enough motive. “Shut up, both of you.”  Her thoughts went to their respective corners silently.  She relaxed, leaning against the door, but instantly regretted it as she s...

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“The New Girl ” by 🄼🄹 🅂

Submitted to Contest #56

“Mom! You need to eat something!” Melanie banged on the door of her mom’s home office. “Five more minutes honey! I promise.” Melanie scoffed, and walked back to the kitchen, sitting the plate down with annoyance. Five more minutes. Ten more minutes. Give me half an hour. Six years. I promise. I promise. I promise. The echo of empty promises filled her life.Her hands shook with anger. And loneliness. No one likes you. She doesn’t want you. The thoughts were like taking a hammer to the head....

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“True Love” by 🄼🄹 🅂

Submitted to Contest #56

I sit, curled up in the middle of my queen sized bed, pressing the cold ultrasound picture against my feverish stomach. It won’t cool me down, or fill the fictitious oversized hole, but for a moment I imagine it does. I imagine that I’m still 14. I imagine that I never met Tristan. I imagine that my shoes and clothes still fit. I imagine that my mom doesn’t hate me. I imagine that I’m normal. I imagine that I’m not 15 with a child. Slight movement on the other side of the room makes me sit up. Gianna stir...

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“Secrets Inside The Box ” by 🄼🄹 🅂

Submitted to Contest #55

I climb hand over hand on the dusty rungs of the ladder, leading to the attic. Micah’s hands find my hips and he steadies me as I push the trap door open. The door creaks quietly on the hinges and hits the wooden floor. I hoist myself up into the humid air and my hair frizzes on the spot. He climbs up while I fumble in the dark for a lamp. I hear his footsteps behind me and a moment later his arms wrap around my middle. ...

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