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“In the case of attempted first degree murder and severe injury to others, How do you plea?” ”Guilty.” ”In the case of third degree murder, how do you plea?” ”Guilty.” “In the case of attempted first degree murder, the court finds you guilty as charged and sentences you to the maximum sentence of ten years with a minimum fine of fifty thousand dollars,” the judge says with a bang of their gavel, “in the case of third degree murder, the court finds you guilty as charged and sentences you to the maximum sentence forty years with the maximum fi...
“Please leave me alone,” you beg you stalker with a sigh as you go throw out your lunch ”One date is all I’m asking,” he begs, “please.” ”I said no,” you repeat, “I’m not interested in you that way.” ”What does HE have that I don’t?” Your stalker grumbles in anger “…” you remain quiet, giving your stalker a dull & tired look ”You’ll regret this,” your stalker tells you, “you’ll regret rejecting me, this was your LAST chance to make the RIGHT choice and be with the RIGHT match.” With that your stalker storms off brooding back to his...
It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling & it was almost dark; I didn’t know it could get so cold, nor that the moon could disappear for so long. At least not on this planet, not in a place where the sun doesn’t set for six months of the year. It’s been seven months since the sunset & four since the moon disappeared. The rain clouds come & go along with snow. “papa?” I whisper in his ear & shake his shoulder, “papa…” I whisper a bit louder, “papa, we have to go-papa we’ve got to go now.” Papa doesn’t move nor make a soun...
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You didn’t want to go, but left with no choice; luggage in hand, you head to the station. Too many memories here, memories you’d rather forge-because they were happy ones and only depressed you further to recall. You met the love of your life in this town, married them, had two beautiful children-and now they’re gone. They’re along with your happiness, no one could’ve predicted that drunk driver coming out of nowheres. That night, that night took everything from you, and left you broken and battered and with nothing but memories left. The ...
Another depressing day-they’re all depressing since you lost your baby, then your husband left you for someone skinnier and prettier. At first food was your friend and television was your comfort, but then your depression got worse and you’re an anorexic now as well as an insomniac. Your parents died, your siblings cast you out with their ”I told you sos” and their, silent, judging looks. You were both so excited for the baby-it would’ve been a little girl, already had her nursery made out. Once you miscarried, he started sleeping around wit...
“Just say it...” you remind yourself, “you’ll regret it if you don’t.”They always passed by in the school halls as if in slow motion to your eyes, how you’ve longed to walk by their side-but they never even notice you. They passed by you; sat in the same class as you for the past six years as you watched them go through heartbreaks and felt jealousy for those whom had them. Now, graduation day has come and you still never had the courage to tell them through the years-despite how many times you told yourself it would be today. This is it, yo...
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