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Submitted to Contest #73
From the moment I walked in the ballroom, I knew I was in the wrong place. This place was filled with know-it-all’s and the spoiled sons of rich businessmen. The halls were filled to the brim with holiday treats, alcohol (wait, wasn’t this party for minors?) and fancy, golden decorations that lined the walls in over-the-top Christmas cheer. Even more unfortunately than the fact that I stuck out like a sore thumb, was the fact that the actual awards show and music practice wasn’t for a few hours. Which meant that until then, I was stuck socia...
Submitted to Contest #54
A wave of dread washed over Lucifer as he walked through the blackened forest. He pushed it away, forcing himself to continue onwards. Remember, this is all your fault anyway. He repeated those words over and over, emblazing them into his skin like a burning torch. His spine crawled with anticipation, and all he could do was put one foot in front of the other. Left, right. Left, right. Left- he paused, forcing his body to come to a still. Was there someone in this forest? He listened, pressing his slender body up against a...
Submitted to Contest #51
Why on earth do people put themselves in uncomfortable situations? I guess some people think it's “good for character” or something. All I know is that four months ago I would have never done this. And I mean, never. You might be thinking “Jacob, you’re overreacting. It’s just a train ride.” And maybe I am overreacting, but I have a lot counting on this train ride. Not to mention the fact that being around a lot of people makes me extremely uncomfortable. It’s gotten to the point where I live alone (unless you count my adorable kitten...
Submitted to Contest #49
All her life, Melody had been forced to be patient. She was always told to wait: Wait when her dad died, when her sister left, when kids at school told her she couldn’t hang out with them because she didn’t wear fancy clothes. Her mother would tell her that things would get better, if only she waited a few more weeks. But those weeks blurred into months, and months blurred into years until she was absolutely sick of everything in her life occurring in slow motion. It was like her life was a stick, trying to move through thick, murky m...
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