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2012She looked down at the empty rows of seats. Rose stems lay at her feet, intertwined with confetti and marks of dirty feet. Her hands tightly wrapped around her shoulders as she rocked back and forth, staring down from the stage. She was exhausted, having felt sick the entire show about the news only she knew. The nerves, a combination of shit scared and excitement, had been stewing inside her. She had to talk to him. 2021Kiara tied her scarf around her neck absent mindedly, slinging her bag over her shoulder and wrenching the front ...
inspiration drawn from Taylor Swifts ‘cardigan’I remember what I wore that night. An old red hot chili shirt, the rattiest jeans and slides. I didn’t know I’d meet you. I was in a rush to make an appearance and leave, eager to come home instead of staying up into the early hours of the morning. I stayed. Sensual smiles of black lipstick, red solo cups and our friends discussing politics. Your eyes kept coming back to me. The beer flowed and the party ebbed. I was drawn to you, a spider in your web. First introductions flew to first kisses.Da...
Stage 5. Acceptance. Or a brief wave of calmness, she wasn’t sure. Aubrey was relieved to final feel some peace, some relief after this heartbreak. Anger and depression had lasted longer than she could bear. Spending moments of rage visualising smashing his car in with a golf club like Taylor Swift did in the Blank Space video, and then the moments where she felt like Bella in New Moon. Sitting in her bedroom window, staring for hours on end. Time ticking by as she was trapped in her grief. Grieving for the man she thought was the one. The...
How many Taylor Swift song references can you count? Started with building a story from ‘I wish you would’ very dramatic, to this :)It’s 2am again, and I’m far from asleep. The lavender oil, sleep tea, meditation and stretches hours ago had done nothing to make me relax and rest my body. The early morning was bone cold and rain was pounding loudly against the pane of my windows. The flashes of lighting catching my eye through the sheer curtains. I never slept on stormy nights. Not alone.He’d always comfort me on stormy nights. Knowing that t...
6am and the office was still dark, deserted from the night before. Stacks of paper that I’d walked past the previous evening and abandoned coffee cups over the intern’s desks. It was the same day in and out. First to arrive and last to leave. It was wishful to think of a way out. Many people would ask why on earth I’d want a way out. That it’s a dream to be in this position. But not me. Lucy Creton, Co-CEO of Splash Magazine. The title still makes my stomach churn. It felt foreign, so distant from my character and life. Something I ...
*havent really reached the pinnacle of spinning out of control - more the theme of a little white lie eating away at the main character* “Ki, cmon,” He pinned her to the ground, laughing as she struggled to push back. “Get off Lou,” She rolled her eyes and pushed against him, “Why do you need to know?” “You can’t tell me there’s somebody whose caught your eye and not say who it is,” Louis chuckled, “You never tell me these things.” “This is why,” She groaned. “Fine,” He stopped trying to wrestle her and sat back, “Who is it?” “Yo...
Submitted to Contest #105
Maisie She could see them, their shadows bleeding through the crowd. She kept a careful eye on the people swarming around her as she made her path, trying to keep an eye on the pair disappearing out of sight. Maisie waved graciously at her schoolmates, Arabella and Thomas as he courted her around the room. She was glad, she did not want to stop for small talk in the middle of her chase. It was unlikely many people would stop her. She was a nobody. Born out of the kingdom and moved after her mother’s death with little status or promise from...
Submitted to Contest #104
Izabella felt exhausted. Emotionally. Physically. Her cheeks were crusty from tears and head throbbing as she lay in the dark. Her body felt heavy. Music pounded from over at her neighbors, everyone else was out and partying before the first week of semester. Izabella groaned and curled into her pillow, wishing the headache and fatigue would go away. With low iron, B12 and insomnia, she was struggling for energy in the day but to fight to sleep at night. It had been a long summer, to say the least. Early work shifts and relentless tr...
Inspired by Taylor Swifts ‘August’The salt air and pastel orange of the sky stuck in my head like it was yesterday. Your head in my lap, my hands intertwined in your thick curls of golden hair. The picnic basket we lay on was covered in cake crumbs and speckles of sand. The waves crashed into the shore, a lulling background against the stories you told. Stories of you tricking your sibling, ruining your mums friend’s wedding and the countless trouble you and your mates got into during university. My laugh, constantly chiming at the jokes you...
Submitted to Contest #99
Trigger warning: topic based around eating disorders, disorder eating and mental health struggles. Please do not read if this will distress you.You buried me. The girl, covered in flour, spinning in the kitchen and grinning ear to ear. The girl who would enjoy cake at a friend’s birthday party. The girl curled up in the sun, reading a book with not a care. The girl who would laugh and chat animatedly and energetically with her friends. The girl who didn’t feel freezing 24/7. The girl who wouldn’t count and monitor every single thing she ate ...
Submitted to Contest #92
“Oi you two, pipe down,” The librarian hissed, glaring at the pair of them, “This is a library. If you want to scream and screech at each other, get out.” Flushed and enraged two heads swiveled around. The girl’s lips parted and the red in her face deepened, “I’m so sorry. We’ll be quiet.” She looked mortified as the librarian huffed. “I would hope so,” The librarian folded her arms and gave a pointed look to the boy, “And you?” He snickered, rolling his eyes at the girl across from him, “I apologize,” he smirked, “I’ll try to ...
disclosure: contains content related to disorder eating and eating disorders, body dysmorphia and mental health issues. please choose another prompt of mine to read if this is of concern to you right now. text NEDA to 741741 for 24/7 crisis help. ngā mihi.oneThe ocean was mad this morning. Large swells crashed all along the beach. There was a deafening thud as they smashed to the ground. I breathed quickly, inhaling the cold air as I ran down the waterfront. Trying to run faster, further, train better. My legs were aching, vision blurry as I...
Submitted to Contest #89
1:41am. They stood on the street corner. A midnight black sky dotted with streetlights, casting shadows on their pained faces. Her hands dug into her sides, wrapped around her ribs, holding herself together. His forehead was scrunched and eyes thick with concern and care.A couple minutes earlier and they were running along, giggling and grinning, two idiots orbiting around each other’s glow. Beaming. So ridiculously drunk on each other and lemon ice vodka. The girl’s dark brown curls blowing in her face as she tried to beat the golden-haired...
Submitted to Contest #83
Alex sat in the stillness of the sunset. His surfboard lay at his side, the bar of wax abandoned as he took in the flames licking the sky. The beach was deserted, not another soul in sight for miles.He thought he was daydreaming when he saw the waves drop back, curl back as if forming a path from the mid waves to the shore. A shadow fell forward on the bare strip of the ocean floor. She seemed to rise up, as if she was formed from the waves and began to walk her way out of the water. Alex was now sure he was dreaming. She… she was breathtaki...
Submitted to Contest #79
Blood clung to the cut on his cheek, running down his neck and pooling with sticky sweat and the violet patch of bruises blossoming along his collarbone. His breathing was ragged, he keeled over trying to catch his breath, to take in what had just happened. The boys golden down of hair was caked in dried blood, dirt and dust. He looked exhausted and injured but she did not fare much better. Skye breathed slowly, leaning into the concrete wall and letting it hold her as she tried to lift up her left knee. She gasped at the movement, grit...
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