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Submitted to Contest #228
Themes of emotional abuse and domestic violence Act 1 He is walking into the room and it feels as if the walls are closing in behind him. His force is enough to draw in the brick and cement, make it bend around his aura and cage me in. He is smiling. As always. It’s insincere. It’s his warm up routine. The Grand performance is about to begin, the drums roll as the guests start their procession to the front door. Come one come all and witness this great showman revive the role of a lifetime. Mister nice guy! Do anything for anyone, guy!...
Submitted to Contest #226
Temptation 5:09pm The smell of my Aunt's breath is pulling me closer and closer to her. She’s telling me a story I’ve heard before, it's of no interest to me. It’s the glass in her hand and the fragrance of whiskey on her tongue that is holding my attention. The clinking of the ice in her whiskey glass is like a lullaby, it’s weirdly comforting and devastatingly tempting. She laughs at her own joke and spills her drink in the process. I think I hate my Aunt. I think I hate them all. They don’t know me. I can’t let them know me.&nbs...
She had never seen a more beautiful man, his brown eyes followed her around the room. She could feel him accessing her, taking in every inch of her medium build, her brown hair and her basic jeans and t-shirt. She didn’t stand out and she knew it, making his attention even more unnerving. Nervously she turned to face him, she caught his eye briefly. The moment was so intense she had to leave to catch her breath, collect herself and decide what to do next. She ran to the bathroom and slammed the cubicle door shut behind her. “You’re b...
Submitted to Contest #224
Shadow Work His smell is the only reason I’m still lying here. The warm musky scent of his skin is strangely comforting to me. He’s not a cologne kind of guy, on his best days he smells of soap and whatever he cooked that day. I close my eyes and just take it in, inhaling deeply exhaling slowly. I’m lying, his smell is not the only reason I’m still in bed with him. The real reason is that I’m weak. I’m afraid of the pain of losing him, even though I know he’s been lost to me for a while now. He snores slightly, not long drawn out roars...
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