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Submitted to Contest #277
They say It only starts with one lie. There was no way to tell what it would actually turn into. It was like cookie crumbs leading to the big revelation of someone I could not recognize in any way. When I first met you I remember the encounter front to back. Your voice was slow, calm, and seductive. You had a warmth to you that oozed with charisma. I knew nothing about you but wanted to know more. I was practically begging for it. You had this long dark hair, brownish copper eyes, and olive skin. You had big lips with brown lip liner a...
Submitted to Contest #274
How can a child be so afraid that everyone around them was given a guide to life that they seemed to miss out on. Well that’s how it feels. As a child, everyone told me the way I acted was incorrect. I feared that at any moment, someone would catch me for being different from other people. I can’t read between the lines like others can. I sometimes forget what to do in social situations. I say the wrong thing. As a child, I feared being disliked. I feared doing or saying the wrong thing. I masked the parts of myself that others might n...
Submitted to Contest #259
I remember the day I met you. I met you through my best friend. You guys were roommates in a study abroad scholarship program, but went to different colleges. She told me so much about you. How you all would cook fun little meals, fancy sandwiches together, how you met the sweetest little cat that you both named Luna, and you had to lean on each other since a lot of the people in the program were homophobic. Thousands of miles away and it’s still something you can’t escape. She also told me you were really smart and could draw anything...
Submitted to Contest #258
I’d routinely go through my old belongings like clockwork. This time it was specifically because I’d be moving to New York for college soon. Birthday card after birthday card ranging from ages 13 to now 18. Never ending piles of letters from family members in Mexico. Papers thrown around my carpet floor catching lint have created a big wall around me from my hips to the ends of my feet. As I lifted one of the letters written by my grandma I saw it there, a strip of photo booth photos with a girl. In the photo I was around 14 years old and th...
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