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Submitted to Contest #33
I'm engaged. Or at least I was. I couldn't quite tell you how I got engaged. It was all so fast; a spur of the moment type of thing. I had always viewed the guy as just a friend. What five-year-old wouldn't? “Rose!” the little, black boy called. “Come on, Rose. Let's play!” We always played together. Rayson and I were practically glued at the hip. Even at six, he was long and gangly with a pair of glasses that never stayed on his face. His hair was always the same – buzzed off save a bit of dark stubble. It was the epitome of the home haircu...
Submitted to Contest #31
Bang. My apartment door slams open. Loud voices and pounding music blast through my once silent sanctuary. Stilettos click against my cheap, imitation hardwood floors. They click – click – clicked over to the light switch. When the lights flicker on, I blink my eyes against the blinding lights. Then, the footsteps come nearer and nearer. I don't look up, though. Instead, I stay safely hidden in my little cocoon on my green, second-hand couch that feels scratchy against my skin. But, the irritating feeling was better than the person standing ...
Submitted to Contest #26
Cold shivers run down my spine. My breath catches, and I wake up from where I’d fallen asleep in the soft grass while studying. Opening my eyes, the first thing I see is a brilliant sky. I soak it in. Pink and blue and violet are slowly dying in the lower, western corner of the sky. I have exams to study for and papers to write, but I take this moment. For a few seconds, I smile and remember. The wind rustles the trees, blowing against my face like a loving hand smoothing my hair out of my face. Still, I kept my pale, green eyes shut as ...
Submitted to Contest #22
I’ve lived in dozens of houses. Some were homes. Others were not. None of them were my home. Sometimes I think I’ll never have one. “Stue!” screeched my foster parent in a drunken, cracking voice. I knew the consequences of the sound too well, but I went. Rising from the floor of our ten-by-ten-foot bedroom where I was helping Kate and Karl with their homework, I calmly walked out of our paint peeling room. When I reached the door, I looked back into our room with its two ...
Submitted to Contest #21
“What’s your name, again?” That was the night I met Buddy. I call him Bud, though. Bud is much more chill. Seriously, who walks around in an elf costume and identifies themselves as Buddy? Without my help, the guy would still look like an overgrown elf on the shelf. While he gives off this completely delusional vibe, Bud really is the best guy I ever met. Before Bud, my life looked like any other billionaire kid’s life in New York, New York. Friends and bullies were one. S...
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