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Content Warning: This story includes references to childhood abuse and mental health struggles.Part I: RejectionAlaina stood outside the house that had shaped her—and in some ways, broken her.It was December, a week after Christmas. She’d told no one she was coming back to Greystone. Her mother hadn’t returned her call in six weeks. Her father hadn’t texted since her last birthday, just a flat, obligatory “Hope you’re well” with no punctuation. They hadn’t seen her in person in over four years.She wasn't sure why she'd come. Maybe it was the...
People don’t really see me. They walk past, brush shoulders, and maybe nod if they’re feeling generous. But I could disappear for days, and most of them wouldn’t notice. Some might be relieved. I'm the girl with headphones too big for her face and a notebook glued to her fingers. I sit in the corner of the cafeteria. Always alone. Always writing.My name’s Anna Wells. Seventeen. Average grades. No friends, unless you count the ones I invent.I write stories under fake names. L. Green is the most popular. Nobody at school knows that the writer ...
Submitted to Contest #309
Dear Mom,I hope this letter finds you well. I started out wanting to write just a few words months ago, but the more I sat with my thoughts, the more they poured out—turning into a long letter filled with emotion, sadness, and memories I’ve carried silently for so long.I’ve been thinking a lot lately—about childhood, about who I used to be, and about who I’ve become. I look back at my early years with a strange mix of gratitude and grief. On the surface, I had everything: food on the table, clothes to wear, toys, and material things. I even ...
Submitted to Contest #279
What happened?The sound of rain gently tapping against her window woke Aria, but the sensation within her was what really reflected the storm. The world seemed to hold its breath every morning, waiting for something to break—waiting for the moment when everything would fall apart. The relentless weight of the same question had chiseled away every inch of her heart: Why wasn’t she enough?This is not how it was intended to be. She had always thought of love as something distinct, something complete, something that made you entire. She knew bet...
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