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Submitted to Contest #43
Darkness is just a feeling, but it's also my personality. I've come to the conclusion that I'm superior over everyone. They don't talk to me because they're intimidated. The people that do talk to me, they want to be like me. I walk through the halls with a subtle smirk on my face that turns heads and summons laughs. Laughs of nervousness of course. Sadly, none of that is true. My reality just barely crosses the line of being forced to sit beside the trashcans in the school cafeteria. My mind and body have adopted the aura of the goth kids a...
Submitted to Contest #40
I still remember the day that I saw John Booker moving into the house down the street. I saw his father yelling at him and I saw him flinch as he thrust a box into his arms. That night after dinner, I put on my yellow converse with mud on the bottom and ran to Johns house. As I got closer to the house, I could smell the savory scent of barbecue chicken. I smiled and walked around to the window that gave me a perfect view into the dining room. The faint glow of a TV was flickering through the dark living room. The dining room was also dark. N...
Submitted to Contest #37
The Taylan household was asleep. Crickets outside held the night in place. Slivers of moonlight shining through the trees were the only source of light. Footsteps creating the sound of drums echoed through the house. An occasional creak from the ancient floorboards sounded like a cry for help. The door to the house was opened and the helpless Alara stepped out. She was searching for an escape, fresh air to breathe. The trees and grass watched the desperate girl. The one they had watched grow up. Now she was sitting at the foot of her favorit...
Submitted to Contest #36
April 10th 1912Dear Diary, I'm elated. Right this second, I am staring up at the magnificent, long awaited, Titanic. My grandmother gifted me this journal, you, for my half-birthday. I never really thought about celebrating a half-birthday, but with my grandma's limited time here with us, she wants to cherish every day. The Titanic is huge. Four large cylinders rest at the top, placed about four meters away from each other. The large, black metal at the bottom, that holds many rooms, is topped with the lovely white, first class rooms. I've d...
Submitted to Contest #33
It was such a peculiar day for everyone living in the town of Birmingham. Despite the unusual dark clouds, not only physically but also mentally inside the brain of every citizen, human nature called them to accept the abnormal feeling of the air. Neighbors stepped out of her houses to take in the grey look that had been set upon their usually bright neighborhood. The trees seemed to drop their leaves a little lower, the grass had lost it's happy green color, doors were shut, and only the occasional sound of any evidence of human life was he...
I stared across the room at the boy I once thought I loved. I tried to tell myself I felt the same way that I used to. I just needed to manipulate myself to believe I loved him. I couldn't imagine hurting him. He caught me staring and flashed an apathetic smile, which made me sway even more to the side of breaking up with him. I've kept this to myself for over a month and I felt as if I was going to explode. Later that night at church my mind was filled with the constant battle between whether I wanted to stay with him or break up with him. ...
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