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Submitted to Contest #209
With the sun falling below the horizon, despair and awe filled the young woman as the warm shades of twilight lining the thin-streaking clouds faded into the country silhouette. The interstate was quiet. Only a few lonely headlights were still out. The hills arched in the distance while beams of sunlight peaked their way through to reflect off a group of still wind turbines. In the driver’s seat next to her, a man looked out his window at a farmhouse in ruins. Sizeable portions of its white paint had peeled off, revealing its brown underside...
Submitted to Contest #203
Having had its doors locked hours earlier, the parking lot of the church was empty. The night sky was clear and the moon was bright and full and lit the suburban landscape blue and white. The air was still apart from a small breeze every now and then weaving its way through the leaves of the trees. In the middle of the church parking lot, a single car sat parked. The engine softly buzzed as a young man leaned back in the driver’s seat and listened to the sound of the cool air coming out through the vents. He blankly stared out the windshield...
Submitted to Contest #199
The room was dark and the whir of the fan and the air purifier blocked out any other noises. A thin bar of light slipped past the shade and onto the adjacent wall. My back and chest were wet along with the hairs on my legs and arms. I sat up in bed and took my t-shirt off, wiping my skin dry. After throwing the white t-shirt in the hamper, I reached down to the carpet and double-tapped the screen of my smartphone: 9:21. Laying back down on my side, I shoved the comforter and a blanket between my legs and smooshed my head into the pill...
Submitted to Contest #196
“So, do you wanna play football?” my mom asked. My dad sat close by, waiting for my decision.I quickly looked back and forth between them and then at the carpet. “Sure,” I said, the sound escaping from my mouth, even though I wasn’t sure if I wanted to play.“You’ll play?”“I said yes, didn’t I?” I snapped. I quickly walked up the stairs to my room and shut the door. I pulled the shade down and sulked in my bed, unhappy with the world.From there, I signed up for the team. I went to tryouts and summer football camp; making the freshman A team a...
Submitted to Contest #192
Change. Google’s top definition for “change” is to “make (someone or something) different; alter or modify.” It seems to me like everything is always changing. From the seasons to society to individuals–change never stops. I know I need to change. I just can’t seem to, even though I really want to. It seems as though my therapist and I always talk about the same thing every week, over and over again, and we can’t seem to make any progress: “How have you been? What’s new? Any progress?” I honestly hate it when she asks these questions becau...
Submitted to Contest #187
There were only two men sitting at the bar. They were well-engaged in conversation and did not take any interest in the crowd of people that had come in and sat down since they had first arrived. They were sitting at the end of the bar, admiring the many lit up skyscrapers the view had to offer at night. Enigmatic lines in the floor turned the back-half of the room purple, turning into a bright rust color around the bar. The bartenders were busy pouring and mixing and serving and running around so all the people in the bar could get the conf...
Submitted to Contest #181
Journal Entry 33I’ve been typing my thoughts down on Google Docs now for over a month and I have to thank my therapist again for this ingenious idea. I do not believe I would've ever thought of typing out my thoughts at the end of each day unless she had suggested it. There is something tremendously relieving about reflecting on each day and, in my opinion, not enough people do it. Of course, journaling requires one to think pretty deeply about one's own life and the choices they make and the reasons behind their choices. As a result, journa...
Submitted to Contest #177
Lying in bed alone in his childhood room, the young man sulked over what he felt was his disappointing life. He was twenty-five years old, and he felt dull. He did not have any friends or a significant other. He simply worked online from home and saved money. In his free time, the young man watched television and surfed the internet. His lack of experience outside the house made him afraid to meet new people. He knew that, at some point in the small talk, people would ask, “What do you do for fun in your free time?” and he would be emba...
Submitted to Contest #174
The University Student“I don’t understand this world,” the university student agonized to himself. “What is this madness I’ve been thrust into?” Nighttime was never a good time for the university student. Exhaustion from reading through the many pages of human life and society throughout the species existence, combined with his anxiety and depression from thinking too much about the darker side of humanity, created a sharp strain on the crown of his skull. He rubbed the hair covering the strain, hoping the ache would subside.The l...
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