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Submitted to Contest #242
The building was old, gray, and stood high to the sky. This art museum was one of New York’s best and being an art major she thought she would observe some of the best. In all her two years in New York, she’s yet to visit a museum. Some would say her first twenty-two years of life were ordinary and borderline boring. She entered the museum through massive glass double doors, art masterpieces everywhere, wall to wall. She didn’t know where to start. So, she veered on the safe side and picked the most famous piece in front of her. The Mona Lis...
Submitted to Contest #241
The sounds of her heels could be heard dragging across the marble floor. Stopping before the bathroom then her body turned with head facing the tub. She starts to wince, tremble, and feet begin the flail. He turns the water on and fills the tub up with ice cold water much like his heart at this point. Once filled, he shuts the faucet off and slowly picks her up by the brown ringlets in on her head. With one hand gripping her scalp tightly and the other over her over her mouth forcibly, he shoves her face deep down inside to the deepest of th...
She was all of six or seven, eight at most, with a world of worry sitting on her shoulders. The days were full of light from the bright yellow sun, sweet summertime adding joy to each day. The nights would consist of pitch-black skies with fireflies swarming all around, guiding the way. But this was not the case for sweet young Janice. Her days did not have a big yellow sun that would shine bright onto her face, nor did they have pitch black nights lit up with the golden of the fire...
Submitted to Contest #240
Like butter spreading over a piece of dry bread, the wind melts over her skin leaving her feeling cool and alone. It has been months since he touched her, held her, loved her and the cool breeze was an unwelcoming reminder of a hole she felt deep inside. As she walked, the breeze grazed over her face with flashbacks of the way he touched her face, a soft and well-manicured hand slowly grazing each well thought out chiseled corner. Each finger, one by one rubbing her cheek, then chin, then stopping at her well-defined plumped lips. She reache...
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