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Submitted to Contest #319
Trigger warning-this story talks of violence, abuse and bad language. “That woman deserves a cold, bitter inhumane death. What she did…,” a sob echoes in my room. I can't recall how many times I have heard someone say that exact thing or something very similar. Monster. Evil. Satan. The devil. All of it has been thrust at me. And yet I sit, silent in this chair. The cold metal footrest digging into the back of my calf. Blood drips slowly to the ground every few minutes. Completely ignored by everyone who comes in to check on me. They push a...
Submitted to Contest #313
Eviction Time If only I could fast forward to when he is out of here… Shit, my stomach hurts. And not that I need to eat something kind of ache; more like I have been kicked in the gut and left to rot kind of pain. I have to get Miles to leave. He is sucking the joy out of me little by little. I can see it in my smile, which hasn't truly reached my eyes in months. “Fake it until you make it”, that’s my daddy’s motto. And I have lived that way for a while now. But no more. Today is the day. I am going to force Miles to get out. To leave me,...
Submitted to Contest #267
Anything for Love I felt the pain in my head instantly. It was throbbing to the same beat as Taylor Swift singing “Shake it Off” in the background. Who the hell put this song on my radio? My entire mouth tasted like metal. What could that be? I instinctively twisted my body to the right to look at Jay. He was so handsome. My rock. As I started to blink my eyes into focus, I realized he was dripping in blood. His head had a pretty severe gash across it. I’m sure his whole body was messed up but my head focused only on his face. “Baby, baby, ...
Submitted to Contest #266
Trigger Warning-this story touches on topics of domestic abuse, violence and death. Sunday Afternoon Dee could barely keep her eyes open. They had officially reached the sandpaper phase where just simply opening them felt like a million little needles being lodged in each one. The tiny blue office felt too cramped suddenly and the tick tock of the broken cuckoo clock was starting to drive Dee mad. Finishing a novel always drove her to the edge. This one was more important than the twelve she had published already. This was her final goodby...
Submitted to Contest #246
Trigger warning:this story discusses the topic of miscarriage and pregnancy loss and the anger that comes with it When I Come Undone The sun seemed too bright as I exited the hospital. “Shit,” I say, staring too long in the sky. A single tear drips down my cheek and I quickly slash it away. “Get it together, Delilah.” I inhale a deep breath willing my body to calm. Almost impossible at this point. What a disaster of a day. Logan, I need to text Logan. I find my way back to my shitty car, the handle rusted away. Someday I will buy a n...
Submitted to Contest #237
March 6, 2005 Conor,I miss you. When are you coming home again? Life is not nearly as fun without you by my side. Your Best Friend Forever,Macie March 7, 2005 Mace, You know I am coming home after the semester. I will be there this summer. To hang out. For real. Just a couple more months. I’m sure you are doing just fine without me. How are classes? Your Best Friend Forever,Conor March 21, 2005 Conor, So sorry it has been so long. School got crazy. First midterms, then spring break. I may have drank too much. Danced too hard....
Submitted to Contest #235
Trigger warning: this story depicts moments of sexual assault, violence and domestic abuse. I lay in the squishy mud and prayed silently. Hoping I could hold my breath just a little bit longer. Every sound, every movement spiking my heart rate to an aggressive degree. I was going to die in this pile of mud and leaves. Never seeing my family again. My life may disappear because of a simple mistake. A quick reply on a dating site. He flattered me and I ate it up. Agreed to a date. And now here I am in the dark forest barely breathing, prayi...
Submitted to Contest #234
Mysterious Man, So Familiar Time. Such an odd little construct. I have rarely bored myself with the intricacies of the worlds that I visit. Moments, rapid blasts really. I pop into a world, wreak havoc and leave. No need to learn or understand the beings of which I meet. Until today. Until this world. Dropped into this place, no information or understanding of where I am. With just a mission at hand. Although this time the mission is unknown. No meet and greets needed. Until today. Until humans. And humanity. And time. And a sudden...
Submitted to Contest #215
warning:this story has physical violence, self harm and inappropriate words The Monster I can’t believe I came here again. Every night for a month, driven by my soul to return to this spot. Like a flame I cannot resist. Even though I know it is wrong. ********** A young man peeks out of the blinds, drawn closed an hour ago. He knows where she is. He has watched her pull up every day and stare through her window. Some nights she has her phone light on, aimlessly flicking through her apps. Some nights she opens a book and turns on ...
Submitted to Contest #214
First Day Jitters The noise was intense. Between the constant ticking of her clock and the thumping of her heart, Addy could not fall asleep. She rolled over and peeked out from under her covers. 2:25 A.M. The moonlight cascading in through her blinds. Excitement and nerves overwhelmed her senses. How would the first day of ninth grade go? A new school. All new teachers. No friends. So many fears. Bile rises up in her throat. Addy leaps out of her bed, rushing through the bedroom door. Fuzzy socks sliding along the newly ste...
Submitted to Contest #202
Ode to Sisterhood The following piece was emotional for me to write. Based on true events, this is a story of the truest kind of friendship. And sisterhood. And mostly love. And it is raw and real and at times sloppy. The room was cold and loud. Beeping alarms triggered in all directions. A sleeping beauty lay before me. My best friend. Sisters through blood, friends by choice. What should a person feel when the hero status disappears? All of my life, I have walked in her shadow. Smaller, sadder and mostly more afraid. Afraid of fallin...
Submitted to Contest #201
Tony, a Memoir Thump. Thump. Thump. By the third bang of his head on the long wooden table, the pain was radiating behind his eyes. A tear trickled down. The first review had come out and it was…not good. Truthfully, it was one of the worst he had seen in a while. “Derivative…drivel…arrogant.” And those were the least upsetting words from the review. Seven years. He had spent seven years working to get this book published. Late nights. Countless rejection letters. Thirteen editors who passed it up. Until finally, Mac Lenoy took him un...
Submitted to Contest #199
Distracted. That was the best word to describe me at this moment. Struggling. I was distracted and struggling. Searching for Gate 22 in this overcrowded, hot airport. I was already 25 minutes late thanks to my uncanny ability to set off the metal detectors every single time. Part of me thinks I should just ask to be searched. Save myself the time. Instead, here I am, distracted as I wander down Terminal A looking for Gate 22. Grasping my phone with my ticket information all pulled up. I look down for a second to make sure that the pho...
Submitted to Contest #195
Rat Inheritance Death was too nice an ending for such a horrible man. I didn’t even want to go to the reading of his will. The man was a bastard. Worse than a bastard really. Mom had gotten cancer twelve years ago and he just vanished. Didn’t want to handle the sticky parts of life, mom would say. Always smiling, even though she was dying and her asshole husband took her car and her money and bailed out. She lived a shit life at the end, and he just walked away with no commitments. Never looked back. So when Winnie called me to tell me t...
Submitted to Contest #194
Sensitive Material: This story discusses pregnancy loss and miscarriage. Not Again ******* Every life is filled with moments. Moments of happiness, sadness, joy, pain and love. Some moments we create for ourselves. Some moments create us. They define the way we think, the breath we breathe, our entire being. Pregnancy loss controls a person. Stifles her from moving on, living, grieving. It can make a person feel hopeless. Helpless. Lost. Angry. All of these emotions rolled together with no place for them to go. Until they are released. ...
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