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Submitted to Contest #76
PainPain is what falls like rain. Never ending like a train. It kills, it maims. It's got too many names. And it’s got fame. That’s just lame. It makes one cry. We all want to try, to get through that pain from time to time. That’s my line of rhyme. Pains got to make an impression, so it shows through depression. It’s like fear, it makes it feel like the millionth year. Seconds go by that feel like hours, we need to feel the power. But we can’t we’re stuck in a trance. Unable to fight through it, got to tell you the truths. We’re all de...
Submitted to Contest #75
Contemplating what she was to do, Lora paced in front of her living room couch. For a year now, she had faced the problem of her drunken boyfriend, who came home every night vomiting and speaking in slurs. She was getting tired of it and soon it would have to end. A year before, she would have never thought the things that she was thinking to herself, never would she have thought of breaking up with the guy she had known since middle school, he was her high school sweetheart, but now that Damien was 21, he drank all the time, never stopping ...
Submitted to Contest #74
I still wasn’t sure what to write and as I sat in the decorated kitchen all full up from Christmas and now it was to be a new year, I just had to get something down on the paper before it was due in. I only had two more hours before it hit midnight and the paper was due, but I knew I could do it and I knew I needed at least three words to get successfully counted as a grade. The last paper hadn’t been so great, in fact it had failed entirely but at least I had written something, and I was going to make sure I at least got a grade on this pap...
Submitted to Contest #72
“25 Job offers and not one that I would ever take,” Mat muttered under his breath reading through the papers again before looking up from his desk. He was trying to get a new job to get out of the stinky, dingy little office where all he did was sign paperwork and reread the same exact magazines over and over again as though it would get the office more sales. He brushed aside his long black hair and looked out the foggy window to the port below. No wonder they didn’t get many sales, they were right next to a fishing dock that was hardly eve...
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