Anja Z

“ReCoVeRy ” by Anja Z

Submitted to Contest #61

Dear diary … I feel as if I’m just in everyone’s way a nuisance in society.  Someday I don’t feel like this and other days it feels like there is a weight on my shoulder laying there observing watching till it makes me crumble in on myself.   Years back I had none of these worries, but still a little bit of a weight on me.  I feel as though every little though is playing rollercoaster in my mind, every little look that I receive from anyone feels as though I did something wrong to upset them. I weren’t always like thi...

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“Who is it? ” by Anja Z

Submitted to Contest #59

The space, a vast network of stars, are constantly looming over us, looking as to see if we are doing everything we can. Once they go to bed the ever bright sun comes to take their day shift. I on the other hand, feel no use for either the moon or the stars, as the day just comes and goes and I just stay. Stay where I am weak and afraid. The tapping of the next victims’ head being smashed into the wall over and over again, only a brief reminder that I am indeed not alone.I look again out of the vast space where the need for a roof arises, ye...

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“Weary and rusted ” by Anja Z

Submitted to Contest #57

I Cecil Lowbrow hereby write my will as follow. The day was dark the hour were late. She sat on the plush chair underneath me. Writing, a thing I have seen her do often lately. As she wrote she spoke. She didn’t speak with fondness like she does with her cats nor hatred like she did over the telephone, she spoke with determination. I didn’t find it off though. People were sometimes determined, I have noticed over the years, or sometimes they just knew that time were ticking by and that they too need to get everything ready for the so ca...

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“Pitter Patter Pitter Patter ” by Anja Z

Submitted to Contest #56

MISTAKEN Part 2 Jacks perspective: People talk, people listen, people don’t understand. They say birds fly when thrown from their nest, but how do they fly without any knowledge that they have wings. Pitter Patter Pitter Patter They knock on my door they want to let me go insane, well guess what I’m not going to go insane. Seeing her the other day made me madder, but I just smiled at her. How can she be so clueless? They are here, they are listening. The last time I warned her, she ran and then Mike took control of my b...

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“Purple ” by Anja Z

PURPLE Part 2 of Shade of purple. Running feels strange it doesn’t feel like it used to, even when I’m not running with my Kitsune, which I have figured out is a fox, body. It’s just different. So much has happened over the couple of days that my brain feels foggy still; it needs to make sense of the past. The stars tonight are a constellation of green, orange and purple, beautiful here near the lake. … A few months earlier … My breathing feels ragged of the running: Sir Tobias lump body lays sprawled out in front of me, I feel ...

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“Metamorphosis of a civil yet disturb specimen ” by Anja Z

Submitted to Contest #55

Life isn’t easy when you’re not who you’re supposed to be, but you just have to cope with it. You find a piece of life or reminder of happiness you grab it and just hold onto it to survive the cruelness of the world. You stay strong you lift your head up and you begin your day, like theirs nothing that disturbs you, not a single specimen or object in your way. Mary Anne looked at herself in the mirror for the 5th time that morning. She looked okay or so she guessed. She was wearing a red polka dot dress with a red ribbon in her hair. Her ...

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“The truth ” by Anja Z

Submitted to Contest #55

Can you keep a secret? I know you can’t always, but just this once can you keep this secret for me. Years have passed and I just need an outlet an outlet for someone to hear the truth without any lies coating my words. You see this isn’t easy for me to tell you, but I need to otherwise I will go insane, insane with guilt, insane with bottled up emotions, and the irony is… it’s not really my secret to tell.  Yet it bugs me. So I repeat again can you keep a secret? No matter… I will tell you anyways for the time are ticki...

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“Mistaken ” by Anja Z

Submitted to Contest #52

Contains harsh language. Running through the dark and silent forest feels pathetic, yet you run. You run for your life. You haven’t even run for 10 minutes, yet your body feels as though it can’t run anymore: your follower just on your heels. You jump over a tree trunk, but slip and fall. Lying face down on the ground you turn around and catch a glimpse of the ever so bright moon, its illuminating colour making you forget about your goal, just a little bit anyway, before you hear it.His voice.Echoing through the forest like a wolves howl ech...

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“B-R-E-A-T-H” by Anja Z

Submitted to Contest #51

“Lights”“Camera”“Action”“Wait no, I’m not ready yet.”“Take five.”I have been rehearsing over and over again, months on and months off for this moment, this final opportunity. This should be as easy as wiping my own butt, but yet here I am experiencing the insane process of stress: over and over again.Will I remember my words? Am I good enough? Should I quit?My husband has been diagnosed with cancer, my mother died last year, father the year before that. My life is a mess, yet I’m here, but for what purpose am I here, only to let the emotions...

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“Close together yet far apart. ” by Anja Z

Submitted to Contest #50

He stands there. Fidgeting with his sleeves, then with his hair, looking at the ground. Wondering , thinking of the perfect opportunity, the perfect moment. Then he thinks of her with her golden hair and perfect smile: Her small yet strong body, so delicately beautiful, yet so magnificently strong. He looks up and notices her walking towards him. She’s wearing her normal attire. As a warrior to the Crown he knows she cannot wear any other attire when she is on duty. He looks down to his attire. A Green high buttoned up jacket not ...

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“Suspense ” by Anja Z

Submitted to Contest #49

The clock on the blue wall is ticking signalling the hours the minutes and the seconds passing. The lady to my left is sleeping or should I say passed out from exhausting from trying to handle 3 kids. The man to my right is coughing into his hand to not let anyone inhale his molecules of bacteria. I’m sitting in my chair biting my nails and staring at the ceiling. From where I am sitting the ceiling and the walls aren’t looking too bad, but upon closer inspection you can see the mould on the walls and the cracks of the years of the buildi...

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“Pickles? ” by Anja Z

Submitted to Contest #49

Its night time and the boss and his wife are in the house. No noise could be heard from where I’m situated. Its cold tonight and I don’t have any fur like the persistent yet curious cat, or any hair like the bosses.I am just here.A gift past from one generation to the next, an old model standing alone through all the storms the earth has to give.Waiting…Its day time now and the soft yet cold snow of the previous night are set on my eyes. The bosses are awake I can’t sense, but I can see the lights are already on in what they call a ‘hom...

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“Shade of purple ” by Anja Z

Submitted to Contest #48

Trigger warning: violence and domestic abuseShe pulled up her purple hoodie and revealed the most sensational yet terrifying eyes. Once she saw me looking at her as if I'm studying her she shy-ed away and began to put her hoodie back on.   “No don’t, it’s just I have never seen someone with those eyes before.”   She looked up and gave me a snarky reply   “Those eyes? Is that supposed to make me feel better?”   I examined her body; of the bits I could see she looked rather chubby. Her face was a full face, but the muscles ...

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“Written in the stars. ” by Anja Z

Submitted to Contest #48

They are around us , they look at us from above, they see us and they want to help. When you look up you see the past , you see beyond , you see the stars and you see ......Written in the stars are our answer and our past, written right in front of us are what we can remember. That was what Maddie always use to tell us when we were little or so we remember. We are only ants in a working environment to help the people, to help the highest of the high. We dress accordingly to the law we don’t know why we listen to the law of the high, bu...

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“Just say it ” by Anja Z

Submitted to Contest #47

Your 29 years old and in a relationship with the most perfect guy you could ever think about. You guys don’t have much, but you have one another. Your parents don’t always get along, but you guys make it work. You met him when you were only 19 and you have known each other now for 10 years and a few months. You know the next step is coming in your relationship and you’re so excited about it. His currently at work and you’re getting dressed for a day out with your family. You reach for your favourite black pants and green crop top. You kno...

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