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Submitted to Contest #101
Unable to see Bobby Bron went around town searching for something that h could feel his presence with. Up until today, he had felt that he was a mere floating body drifting between sidewalks. It was strange because he could feel other people's presence but he couldn't feel his own. He remained an anonymous enigma. And though his thoughts flowed through his brain, making their way through the different lines within his brain. They just seemed like a mere substitute for a fake attachment to this world. For what was the point of thoughts when y...
I went over to the chair and spun myself around in a circle. I had done this before, and like all the other time's everything seemed to speed through. My vision began to blur as I continued to rotate. All the images before me were consumed into one continuous whirring. My breath began to increase and I put my feet on the floor to stop. This ritual of consistently spinning in my chair came about when I was five. Everyone had an interesting perspective on the world, whereas I felt mine was rather plain. I would look at the floor and think to m...
George walked up to the kitchen table. He observed his surroundings, glancing slightly at the window he let out a soft sigh. The outside was so beautiful, or was it? He shrugged his shoulders. The view, honestly, had been the same view that it had been for the past few days. He decided to put the thought of the outside world aside. He felt his mouth dry into the form of a slight raisin. He shuddered and walked to the refrigerator. He clasped his hands around the fridge and tugged at the door. Before him, standing right in the depths of the r...
Submitted to Contest #75
We sat across from each other at a table. She was eating sushi, her usual favorite, while I ate orange chicken. I poked around at the food on my plate. My appetite was scarce and I felt that there were important things to be discussed. My attention shifted From my plate to the face infront of me--Beautiful and Round. Black eyes that looked just like mine with hair flowing to the start of her shoulders. I inched my chair forward. "So" I said as I cleared my throat of orange chicken "Mom, hows your food". She didn't respond, she just remained ...
Submitted to Contest #74
I stared at myself In the mirror, it was a few hours before the clock would tick and the happy New Years would erupt from the mouths of the people around me. Who were those people even? I didn't know. I was to drunk off my ass to tell what was even happening around me. And the reason, you ask: I cared to much. I didn't want people to see me, the way I saw myself. My solution to this dilemma was how can people see me when, I can barely see them. If you want to know why I feel this way, well here's the story. I woke up last year, the first day...
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