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Submitted to Contest #179
Something feels off as I step into my living room. I don't see, but sense that Nicole is here. The lavender fragrance usually present is tinted with the vanilla shimmer lotion she wears. Underneath that is a subtle dusting of sandalwood. That's Alan. I'd never allow another man into my home. I'm surprised they both agreed to come. I expected them to have big plans for New Year's Eve, but I surmise they planned on having quiet nights like me. The combined aroma has a warm feeling spreading through me. It feels like happiness. Like l...
Submitted to Contest #150
Staring into her eyes, I realize this person cares not for me or my well-being. What a master she is. Quite the trickster, a manipulator like no other. The discipline required to maintain such an all-encompassing lie for so long is shocking. A soul-shattering sigh escapes me as I resign myself to my fate. A single tear runs down my cheek as I close my eyes, shutting out the shattered illusion of the fraud parading as my mother. She might be my mother, but she lacks the core component required to care about her offspring. My once sanc...
"Fuck off and die, Jeremy!" I bellow as I harness all the rage I can from the depths of my soul. My brows knit together, and I grimace with all the concentration I can muster. The team-building exercise required of all the Post Apocalypse Survival Teams (PAST for short), myself included, will be the death of me. I'd had a corporate job before the Fall, so I've done these before on work retreats, but I fail to see the reasoning behind its usefulness now. Regardless, if I want to stay in the community, I must contribute, w...
Submitted to Contest #145
The woods I run through alone in the dead of night are my sanctuary, the fresh air cleansing me of the filth from the group home where I stay. Aromatic scents of pine and wet earth bring my senses alive as the dew drops from the foliage baptize me in nature’s name and awaken my spirit. The woodlands of the Pacific Northwest have always been my safe space. Mom and Dad started bringing me here from the time I could walk; we would hike, camp, and hunt. Pretty much anything to do with nature we would do. Now that they’re gone, I try to come here...
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