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Submitted to Contest #235
My hospital room is cold, my sheets too thin. The TV across from me plays through the millionth infomercial, with me staring at it, mouthing along with the words I now know by heart. Three days. I've been in here for three days. I feel fine physically. Mostly, anyway. Certainly well enough to leave. But apparently that's not what the doctors are worried about anymore. Until I show some sign of improvement, they aren't going to let me leave. Not since I slipped up and spoke my mind for once. Now they're talking about transferring me to anothe...
Submitted to Contest #79
Elsie set her single bag down in the main room of the small, dusty house. She knew that she wasn't supposed to be here, or at least, she hadn't thought that she was supposed to be here. But something had changed right before her mother's death a few weeks ago. A last-minute edit had been made in the will. Elsie would receive the house, and everything in it, rather than her brother as everyone had thought.She didn't want the house, though. She didn't want anything to do with her mother. The woman who had spent all her time criticizing every s...
Submitted to Contest #52
Nerves flutter in my stomach, butterflies trapped, trying desperately to escape. I pace in my dressing room, sister beside me, trying to touch up my hair. I hold my white strappy heels in one hand, biting the nails on my other, perfectly manicured hand. My sister slaps by hand from my mouth, giving me a look. "I know, I know," I say, trying to keep my hand at my side. "Hold still!" She snaps, trying to get the pin back in my hair. I try to, but before I know it, I'm pacing again, sister on my tail. It all happened so quickly. The prop...
Shortlisted for Contest #16 ⭐️
I am used to the chemical smell in the air. We all are. We all have to be. It coats our throats and hurts when we breath, but we fight through it. There simply aren’t enough gas masks to go around. We don’t have a choice. We need food. We need wood to keep the furnaces going. Without the precious logs that others bring in, we would all freeze to death in the only thing keeping us safe from the disastrous elements. The bunker. My red hoodie and black gloves protect me from the dangerous plants. Fungi coated in poisonous slime. Flo...
Shortlisted for Contest #15 ⭐️
The scales are a bright luminescent purple. As large as my head. Gorgeous. Even with my hands trembling and my heart racing, I can still recognize their beauty. I may be terrified of riding these magnificent beasts, but I absolutely adore watching them from a nice, safe distance. None of my siblings are scared, though. They love riding wyverns. Training them. Pretty much everything about them. I’m the outlier. I’m sixteen and have yet to mount one. My siblings all were riding as toddlers. Most of them, anyway. All of ...
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