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Submitted to Contest #105
“Bailey?” “Hey, Bailey?” “Bailey, wake up!” I jolt awake at the sudden intrusion of my peaceful sleep. The morning sun hurts my eyes when I try to open them. Groaning at the effort, I turn onto my other side and cocoon myself in the warm blankets. I’m about halfway back to sleep when that annoying voice pesters me again. “I swear to God, Bailey. If you do not get your ass up in the next few seconds, I’m going to tickle you.” At the imminent threat, I hastily push up from my spot on the bed and stare at my so-called best friend. “You wouldn’t...
Submitted to Contest #104
The party around me rages with unbridled temptation. The alcohol that is coursing through my system pounds in my head. There’s a deep bass from the speakers that joins in and it’s like a rave all on its own. The faces I recognised earlier are now just blurry figures. Are those figures dancing or is it just me? I stand alone in the middle of the dance floor. My friends surround me, they crowd me, but I’m still alone. It’s just another typical Friday night. I’d like to say this doesn’t happen often, but it really does. I suppose it goes back t...
Submitted to Contest #103
The air is stuffy. The staleness makes my nose itch and I’m sure my eyes are as red as blood. Whether that’s from the dust up here or from all the crying I’ve done over the past few weeks, I don’t know. Probably a combination of both. Shaking off the thought, I look around the abandoned attic that no one has gone into for years. Boxes upon boxes of memories fill the darkened area. Only one tiny window and a miserable lamp provide some source of light. I should’ve bought a flashlight with me, but the thought of going all the way down and clim...
Submitted to Contest #101
Isn’t it scary how often we always look to the past and the future, but never the present? How lonely the present must feel, how forgotten it becomes. I stand here, bare except for a thin piece of material loosely covering my body, gazing at the reflection in front of me. Reflections surround me. Impressions of myself lay in the glass, though each one is different. The one in my face right now is the one that’s the exact copy of me at this moment. My present self, or so I presume. I don’t know how I got here. The last thing I remember was st...
Submitted to Contest #100
I place the last plate of food in front of my grandad as we sit down for our dinner of spaghetti and meatballs. The dish is not a family recipe as many have but made up of whatever we could find in the refrigerator and pantry. I finally take my seat and immediately dig into the delicious dish, the flavours dance on my tongue as I savour the craftsmanship that was put into this meal. A satisfied groan leaves my mouth just as the room turns black. I feel the surrounding atmosphere change from pleasure to slight annoyance. It is not uncommon fo...
Submitted to Contest #99
“It was the summer of ‘69!” Bryan Adams’ song blasts through the speakers as Natalie and I make our way down Highway One. This song has been the theme of our trip. We take any opportunity to turn the volume up and sing at the top of our lungs. We’re not talented singers, but when you’re with your best friend on a trip of a lifetime; no one cares. Natalie turns the volume down when the song ends and faces me. She has a radiant smile on her face. She’s riding a high that not much can damper at this moment. I know because I’m feeling the ex...
Submitted to Contest #98
“It’s all going to come crashing down. Everything you have worked for, everything you take pride in is going to burn around you and there will be no power to stop it.” Coming out of the dazed state that I had been in, I look around to see the rest of my family giving me apprehensive looks. “What? What happened?” I ask, gaining confusion by the minute. “You zoned out Lily,” my mom says to me, her eyes show worry in them. “What do you mean I ‘zoned out’ ?” “Your eyes rolled up, your head fell back, and you weren’t answering to ...
Submitted to Contest #97
Waking up from a fitful sleep, I readjust the pillow that had fallen between the seats. The armrest digs into my side and is surely going to create a bruise. The remnants of a headache grips at my temples as my brain fights off the fog. I’ve never really been able to sleep on aeroplanes, much to my dismay. When you have been travelling for more than 24 hours one would hope that their body would give in. I don’t seem to be one of those lucky ones it seems. It’s eerily quiet in the cabin. It seems so peaceful compared to the daytime hours wh...
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